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. and once you’ve glanced at the decades way past the days- we’ve locked in our chests your smile would be mercu..

For it is truth that change is indifferent To the manner of writing which I possess To the way I ponder when I’m blistered with cro..

do whatever you please . take that gray shovel in thy pale gracious hands . and dig in a mossy vacant ground just around the d..

all i had yearned for is to feel you at my back as we watch a calming view at dusk all that we need is to take our feet for a lift ..

still. all in waiting.ire for time. imprisoned throughcircumstantialcharms of having been civilized in a facetious world or wondrous mundane work..

the night sky sings for our souls. the echoes i feel....floats like dandelions in a fresh, mid.day air ‘tis m..

There was a day when you were blonde and I was black The time I was aware"I love being black! The time had not remained Till you sp..

On the solstice of my crepuscular autumn day I made a couch out of the withered brown leaves And out of such acute exasperation, I glanced ..

so you stir over these streams of emotions as i dine amidst your questions we daresay, we relish, we traverse a number of ..

wash thy countenance�" from the fountain of truth an’ hearken to Sigh’s screams as thy chest heaves in quietude. ..