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Shining down the sleeping river,
The royal queen of the night;
Though unbrided, forlorn in the dark,
She never grew old or bored
Polished st..
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Shining down the sleeping river,
The royal queen of the night;
Though unbrided, forlorn in the dark,
She never grew old or bored
Polished st..
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You're there--
that doesn't mean you care;
Like lurking shadow,
what good does it do?
To follow every step,
anywhere at all;
To fall, your..
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Mornings are strawberries,
Orange, noon, evening, grape;
Milky clouds ripple like draperies,
Worn by bodies of feathers, that swirl
In..
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i must have seen you between dream and the days,
among songs of sleepless owls and early risers,
could it be you that brushed the golden stripe on..
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i can't seem to breathe
in between each character
there's not enough space
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cinquain (edited)
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cinquain
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another cinquain
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a cinquain
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