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StarsAncient, AntiquatedIgniting, Dancing, IlluminatingHeirlooms of night's pastJewels
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The eastern sun does set with grace by seas,
Does swallow tiding shore by shore in rays,
Its golden beauty very much like thee’s,
Its r..
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Little soldier,
Atop rolling hills of
green -
“Remember me”, and shaky
voice of boy meets
Steady earth beneath
man’s fee..
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I kissed your skin
And heard something crawl
From your lips, down the wall
Between every crevice in my cheek
Giving my ears a playful peak..
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The flesh resting on my fingertip’s end
Trace a path made just for me
By orange battle wounds
Brilliantly scattered, scattered, scatter..
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Deepest dismay, steel
cage of gray,
Its touch resonating
ice in your bones,
And colder yet to the
heart of the dreamer,
Wrapping lifeless
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She roamed the sleepy
streets
Of a curious village
In a land so very
frozen
Dear ol’ Santa Claus would’ve
Been happy there.
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The young girl in the story,
She is sad.
The young girl in the story is sad.
Her sadness is told to me
Like a fairytale.
Her sadness is..
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Red bowties and button up shirts metUnkempt curls and travel brochuresAt a crossroads somewhereBetween what may have been fate and lightingHis first a..
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“What is real and what is not
Is only a question
To be asking if one dreams too little
And too infrequently,”
Bellows the old ..
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