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They live underroots of trees,In autumn theyfall as leaves,They touch usthe unfelt touch,The rush and push,material world,Protect us, protect us,they ..
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I see her in a little room upstairs,my imagined ancestor, bathedin flickering golden light,at a desk she bobs and turns herhead, dipping a quill in da..
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It's there and
there it is,
something ahead of me,
begging for the
reaching out, the
Grasp and Gain,
Is reluctance a warning
or just a memory,
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She crept outthrough her windowleft the latch open,Met her friendsdown at the diner,they drank milkshakes,sophisticated innocence,admiring the boyswho..
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I have read too much today,the red darkness has seepedinto my self, the tightropeof the lyrically unbalancedcuts into my feet, my brain,Would that I w..
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The smithy forgeda golden ringto wrap aroundher finger,A shot gunbehind heras she crawledto the alter,I do, I do, wordsforced from her lips,For twenty..
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I happened upon you,paint brush in your right handdabbing and stroking the canvas,Palette, an array of colourheld there in your left hand,amid the two..
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I stand at the windowand all that I see comesfrom the back of my mind,Pictures project outwards,storms build up from behind,Lodged memories are escape..
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The monks are excited today,none shall speak now, notthrough the hour of silence,but a strange palpitationpermeates the air, One,the watchful eyespott..
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