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A beard grows form our nose to our toes, in it past lifeOne's past on one's face is no disgrace but remnants of joy and strifeLife or hair treated wit..
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Skipping stones on a pond, never looking far beyondEach touch making a ripple, no thought a bird to crippleA rock thrown unintended, hits a bird, its ..
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Love searched for Completion, catching her in the embrace of Passionwhere Yesterday had seen Deception dancing with CharityShe turned her back on Infi..
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The sweet perfumed smell of baked hellUnder its spell, served with broken teeth on an oyster shellThe cook disgraced, a plate of vomitus pungent paste..
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I'm off today, I can feel the sway, awakened from a holeOut of the warm into a storm awaiting execution of the soulFeeling a breeze that no one sees, ..
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A blind heart has no eyes no ears to hear kind tearsA tongue paints alibis, dreams calm fearsTruth is soon forgotten but lies become immortalMemory pr..
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Metaphors,
chameleons,
hide in poem's leaves
Creatures
hidden, that the unseeing eye deceives
Nature's
changing colors
melt into where they lay..
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Always good with words beautiful songs sing the birdsMagnificent feathers colored so fine of every designWhat purpose do they serve that they deservet..
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Poems are driven by the life one's livenPassions in rivers pour under an emotional doorThrough a pipe in the brain to a stopped up drainFeelings in in..
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Melting from unseen clouds, moving formsDark lines dissolve with coming stormsSunbeam paint flows from an empty skyBrushing warmth with its dyeMoving ..
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