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Catching fish on a line no hook with barbs no net to entwineBait that finny friend would like to see, attractive a delicacywords without design, inten..
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A savory dish of fish lay on my plateThen from the sky along came a flyUnder a napping eye, not being shy, my food he ateRather than eat fly meat, let..
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Pity's sword of steel, making God of one that does it wieldDeadlier than revenge's poisoned arrow fate or ax of hateSympathy's cutting edge annealed, ..
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After the purging came the rainGod's sweat and excretions baptize babes and rapistswith vomit and urine of redemptionExpulsion of all that nourishes a..
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Scales of gray spill over aging hours of a waning dayDescending clouds, blur, a fading edge of realities photographSmoky ash colored fog leaves grainy..
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Passion a cat that howls in the black of nightA bird on the wing, as a siren does sing but never comes backA raising bloom that wilts to dieThe lost e..
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On a phonograph forgotten memories playLost sentiments that did not lastTunes of thought that have been put awayMusic reaching out of the pastDrumbeat..
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In the calm of a hurricane's eyeFly birds in a tranquil skyLie of pending winds yet to comeNumb to the beat of the approaching drumA rainbow on the ba..
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Loneliness something you can only enjoy aloneAging bone, recognized only after time passesThrough pain's glasses that only you have knownSolitary deat..
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Love and truth are for the youngBoth mirages that slip through clenched handsChanging each day with what age has brungShimmering, disappearing over ti..
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