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To Andre who thinks he's not kind
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I hear the trees' whisperingWas it dread, was it hate, I'm not quite sure.Their swaying leaves're like quiveringPerhaps fear, perhaps the cold, we'll ..
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For Marie, who was a dear friend here in Writerscafe ...
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The smile you gave was fire,to my eyes that are of a fly,Attracted, or so I thought,To your trap, yes, I was caught,It was a quick one,Our stay on you..
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Eyes opened despite your soul's asleep,To usual tasks; to smile before you sweep.Is there more to life before you say monotonous?Could life favor us i..
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Here is a story I meant to tell,for Frieda and some others as well,A story that may be understood by some,Too bad, if there are none.1 was lost, alone..
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Was quite bored, and I thought, hey, let's make something like this! okaaaay :)
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Frieda P, remember me quoting this in one of your works? Well, I had this in a dream. Hahaha
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An ease to float beyond compareabove those who strive hardcreates an emotion,A weightlessness unmeasurable.A feeling of such,pleasurable to all or som..
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Which is better?To deceive or be deceived?Such undoubted illusions in our lives have been weaved...Dog eat dog world;Barks worse than bites;To decide ..
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