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Often, I dream of you, as I fall fast asleep. And you are there, too,as we count sheep, together,lying there, hand in hand, as we will be,always and f..
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I found myself a delicate flower,upon the latemidnight hour,All alone,with the moonshining so bright,I, too, was all on my own;something thatwe had in..
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The Sun shines, so brightly,over thevalley of dreams,to where I lay that very same night,as I have come to conclude that thingsare not what they truly..
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My mind chaotically dances in the stillness of night,forcing myself to remain awakeuntil the Sun rises to light,which is then when I shall slumber,and..
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A clock has one large hand,and another rather little one;a head where his mind may tick,and a brain so that he knows,when to click.He counts down the ..
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I had planted a seed into the Earth,as she’d then given birth to a lovely flower. It grew rather wildly and unkempt,and yet had become something..
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The eerie darkness of deceitlies within the heart of humanity,as we cannot seem to understandthat blood is not of water, or of sand.I have battled a r..
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The world seems fine,whilst I am blind; though it may turn blue,when I am without you.And your words may be filled with wretched lies,but mine have al..
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To lay one’s curiosity to rest,I shall write a poem about my poetry,so that one may be able to understand me,and the things I write nonetheless...
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I do not write to impress.I write towards my own distress.Not of my own free will,as I am chained to this windowsill.I am no longer able to rest.These..
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