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Late at night,
As I gaze at the sky,
Lost in my thoughts
As the Universe spins by,
I think of you,
And I smile.
As I lie there and stare
at..
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untitled
The house feels empty
with out her smiles...
The air tastes stale
With out her scent.
She leant me her heart
and her soul for a whi..
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a love poem of sorts
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Scent, touch, taste, and sound,
my mind's awareness reaches round
the swirling chaos where we exist;
guiding life through order to resist
that d..
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roommates...
some day, i may forget
that the dishes were always dirty,
that the rent was sometimes late,
that food was always missing,
though..
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The Harlequin’s Story (part 1)
Voiceless whispers disturbed my dreams,
destroying worlds that always seem
more real than the world that i..
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Last Call
The phone rang
just a little past two.
I was lying
in the darkness,
my thoughts
keeping me awake.
Pushing the talk button,
w..
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written after working and living for a summer with innercity kids just outside of Boston, Ma
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Remembering…
A touching of lips,
a sharing of souls,
as age old mysteries
of the universe slowly
unfold,
the taste of your breath..
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