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I let out the line.We tear through the surf, such a blissful rush,We laugh and we joke, shivering content.Jerk of the line, I have you now tiger,Reeli..
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Through the tunnel we crawl,Crushing claustrophobia; carefullyLeaving our sepia stained notionsStuck on neglected pages.Waiting for the descendants,To..
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I miss your scent,Your cigarette tainted breath,The way you whistled through your rotting teeth.I miss your laugh,Crinkles embracing your eyes,Before ..
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Fuchsia, I miss yourSweet scent; your blooming petalsGrace gardens anew.
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Death does not care for the boundaries of age,
If you are rich or on minimum wage,
Cares not if you've finished writing your page,
Prayers don't co..
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Words constrict your throat
like vines.
Gulping for air, a freshly
caught mackerel,
Shimmers blue and green in..
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