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Whenever I allow myself to think of love, my mind runsTo the chambers where secret memories are stored,In sealed chests, on high unreachable shelves, ..
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Granted the sense of sight, I seeWhat you see, reflections of light, betweenInfrareds and ultraviolets, a little portionOf the electromagnetic spectru..
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Sheltered in deep abysses, envelopedBy the soft touch of translucent salted fluids,Voluptuous fluctuating bodies of enthralling creaturesInhabit the u..
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In darkness the absence of light sparklesMan’s reflection on notions of nothingness.Empty space ultimately devoided of purposeAs space unhosting..
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As a child I struggled many a timeWith notions of rights and wrongs,Searching in the voice of parentsThrough approval and scoldingLessons to identify ..
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We surprise ourselves with the ability to feelEmotions run so deep in our veins, swallowingUs into the abysses of irrationality, castingUs throughout ..
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just in case it is not clear, this poem is about coffee!
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Anthropology suggests there was a timeWhen no communication was spoken by men,Merely embryonic sounds to expressPrimitive thoughts, until development ..
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The place was the unexpected carefree hostOf several tipsy nights wettedBy friendly toasts and temporary infatuations,Lasting the duration grantedBy g..
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Come with me, I’ll show you whereThe wonders sparkle beguiling blessingsArousing perceptions of gratitude innateTo heedless humans in lack of de..
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