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The stillness of the earth
starts to stir.
Her meadows littered with
brown leaves
and dormant grass
are starting to wake up,
at last.
She d..
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He reflects those with
whom he surrounds-
bright and shiny,
his colors abound.
Separate yet
contained,
a space for each
side-
showing, glo..
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I ebbyou flowI flowwe goback outthen infall downagaintransformadoretransformabhorno endno startexist onlyin stars
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They say that absence oflightis darkness-but I wonder if light cannot cease,just refuse to beharnessed.You left andtook your light-is it still bright?..
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The space that once was between us,organic and full of possibility,has been colored by a lack of fragility on your part - not mine.By stepping back, y..
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Here I sit among my kitsTrying to write the next scene ofmy life's script.Arriving on a cusp-actually a few-Wondering if I'm going to fall backwards O..
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The special little space that will eternally summon your face and all the many days that weshared there, unawareof how they'd slip away ata pace so ve..
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Dulcet tones,
scarf in hand.
A melancholy walk,
A melancholy man.
Emanating warmth from a place deep within,
accessible to everyone
but him.
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I reach out to you and am met with airthe unconditional love I've known whenin despair-not there.My heart still beats, but so damn raw-my shield, my m..
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It's 3 am and I'm here with the pain I elected to take on.
It woke me and here I lie with it, alone (you're gone)
It's not a pain I can take a pil..
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