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My brother, I miss you to this day.
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I wrote this as an ending to a poem a friend wrote. I cant stand not having a happy ending!!! I need to ask the writer of the beginning of the story ..
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Insidious creeping savages,
so cunning as you toil,
conspiring with your fellows,
to break the landscape of a soul.
Private propety owners,
you c..
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I am not beautiful.
nor am I sweet,
or amusing enough,
for you.
Shadows dance,
within you, and
the night calls me,
to solitude.
I wont d..
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I wrote this a long time ago. I didn't know who it was that I was seeing, but it turned out to be my brother.
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Master of ghosts and dreams,
You consume me.
A sorcerer of passion and pain,
You are, which you weave,
Invading my soul, transforming my will.
Y..
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The death of winter
tears at my soul,
ripping clean through
flesh and bone,
revealing the horrors
of my battered spirit.
The beauty and patien..
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My heart bleeds with tortured bliss,
for your passion,
your fire, your touch.
One gentle brush of skin,
I ache with searing want.
My body arche..
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I wrote this one a very long time ago about an old man who I became acquainted with. It's cadence and rhyme are extremely corney, but so be it.
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I wrote this a long time ago about a friend of mine with an addiction after going to her house and finding the object described here.
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