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Deep within me,In the darkest crevices of my very being,There is a single ember.So little light, and so little warmth dare emanate forth.Tonight, I ha..
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I want to write poems on your skin.
I’ll use my mouth to trace syllables and allusions across
your chest,
And chart a haiku down your spi..
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Dearest,Looked to the black night skyAnd receive the light that shines unto your porcelain skin.The stars burn furiously so far off,But here they glow..
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It's kind of funny, actually.I didn't exactly feel sorrow, Or heartbreak.I just felt really, really empty.Half of what I was a momentBefore.Like I had..
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Somewhere between the end of the warm, windy summerAnd the dark, brisk of the descending winter,You grew up and I grew young.Those warm summer winds d..
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I think of this more as an essay rather than a story, but it was truly enjoyable to write, nonetheless.
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You look at me with eyes of purest stone
Your face is pale with no emotion now
Your skin, so grey with age and pain alone
You’re cries are he..
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She was a baby:
Sweet like gum candy;
Soft like bird’s feathers.
She picked at pink blossoms,
Laughing at beauty,
With the voice of a tho..
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Upon the evening of a blighted summer
My feet paced along the streets of the city.
Of wondering not, only finding the way to my lover.
Of elegance,..
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I can still see you standing there.
I love you so much.
You're eyes have tears in them.
I never thought I would find you.
You're body, trembling, ..
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