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Indulged in instinct of a time rattled place Evading clasping claws of the raw rat raceSpinning web, twining walls, collecting fallen leaf lace.Fallen..
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The line betweenPre death and post deathIs an unloved and faded thing.My mind lives in the pre death days,Thriving and bloomingIn the warm limited sun..
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You induce me to liveWith your windy concern,When timeis all I ask for.A book. A bed. A machine.I was born into bonds,A family of relationshipsHidden ..
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Faded Pictures ofAn army pass, Mine is theMan I never knew.
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Bees hunt for pollenLike we hunt for love; sweetlyAnd with great passion.
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Sweet peas cling safe, byTendrils. Fresh and graceful asLong awaited rain.
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I had never been there before
So your presence comforted me.
Down the mud-pie bank
And up the other side,
My green wellingtons stained
Brown up..
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I've reached the end.The unavoidable point in lifeWhere realities crashUpon us, like angry waves.I regret my laziness,I regret my fear,I regret so muc..
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I clutch at the brown paper bagWith the care andgaietyOf an archaeologist,Having just excavated a rare bone.It could be a fish, in the bag.Bubbling an..
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My skin is crawling.I can feel the patches on my bodyWhere your lips moved.Cold and stale.I can taste you in my mouth,Smell you on my breath.I turn on..
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