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In tymes grater than those you doth liveI had but two itemsLove and poetrie.I may have dreamed the firstthine arms around my wastethine lips that rest..
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'Ay'oop luva-duck! How ya bin?'
The words shock me
they don't fit your face.
My brain searches desperately
to find that voice, to recognise.
Afte..
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It was raining.
I remember the smell of the rain
And the drip on the pavement.
The window must have been open.
You held my hands,
Like a child's,..
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It's so strange coming back.
It's only been a year,
and the memories still burn
beneath my eyes.
Things have changed, inevitably,
but in spirit i..
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It was supposed to be goodbye,
I wouldn't see you any more,
Let you abuse me, hurt me,
Sweet as it was.
But what can I say?
I'm a sugar addict.
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Beautiful, in this morning glow.
On the floor are scattered shards of pure light,
maybe glass, or water.
On the sheets, rose petal red
painting fl..
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Where did you go?
I didn't notice you creep out
from between the sheets.
It's okay though,
the bed's still warm
and I can taste you.
Just imagin..
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Regarded as nothing less than talons,
and true to name they
grasp
and grip
and tear apart,
clawing at her neck
in passion, maybe anger.
Her h..
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The last thing I remember,
The taste of blood.
No howling wind,
No drumming rain.
So much for pathetic fallacy.
The thunder fell silent.
I did..
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You're a painter, spreading
stories and feelings on
blank canvas.
I like to paint
reds and pinks and
passions, desires.
He's a poet, writing
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