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Let's be honest. No lies from the beginning.I know we are in an ever expanding room, so each of you has a chance.All of us can top what we have done b..
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Who do I focus on?Started with the calloused tongue, used like a snake.Only deceptive comfort.Taken up by a victim, learning all the tricks, and gaini..
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Held close, hidden away.Succored, given the chance to grow.Taking the time, gathering strength.The dream moves from the shadow, and all to be seen in ..
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I always seem to wind back to this.So many visions, but never reaching near utopia.I know, another frustrated poet, but I cling to the idea.Each momen..
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A daily ritual, replace the strips of cloth, always covering my eyes.Some would say I am trying to ignore the world, refusing to see what is around me..
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The meaning of my words are wanting, and also waiting.The meaning depends on the reader, and the direction they choose to take.
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Really,
just talking about cooking.
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What shall I write? What shall I say? What shall I share?Each phrase is a clue, waiting to show the rest.Early in the evening, and I still wonder, wha..
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They should catch you, carrying the rest along.Nothing forced, more an act of nature.All the emotions we try to express, another stream, another trans..
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More than gluttony to Thanksgiving.
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