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gentle, he Wasthe End of an era,the dawn of soMething newemotions -- deep as the seAhonest anD simple, true for alwaysintense, like the hEat of fireof..
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Tell me.I know you're hurt.I know you're weary.I know your burden is great.But I know you're there.And you should know you're not alone.So tell me wha..
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It's a world of shapes, but all I see are colorsA world full of creaturesOf buildings, of vegetation.All of it real.Visible, tangible, audible..But al..
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Tell me why you've goneSo many miles awayWhy the world seems so coldGive me the sign that I needRemind me that I'm yoursDon't make me ask,Just know th..
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What good is a writer that cant write?Off you are to your grand adventuresBut here I am.Stuck.A writer with no wordsA mind with no imaginationTell me ..
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The mirror has shattered.Glass scattered; flaws exposedI cowered from myselfOnly in that moment did I findTwo broken piecesClearly cracked,Stubbornly ..
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It's a good year for goodbyesThe blooms in the springFace an early end as the summer heatSinges them from their perch.All summer long,The frigid myste..
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I don't see it,Perhaps because I don't see themThere's something in my eyes.Apparently they have a magnetic powerDrawing in helpless victims by the do..
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The pages, empty and desertedOh how they taunt me.The cleanliness of the bookThe bareness of its leaves.Tease me like a mirage in the desertEmpty are ..
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They say there is pain the first time.I'd believe it.Course, I see it differentPhysical does little to deter meIts the pain of acceptance.Living with ..
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