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The sun in rivers does run, to its sea on the groundwetting all around, reflected echoes resound, yet not a sound is foundCurrents of light pour morni..
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All around you is a poem its story to tella dew drop glistening, well even a hairlook deep into the depth of its spelltouch its beating heart, rivers ..
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The smell of pain, taste of a sunbeamcolor of rain, sound of a dreamechoes of rhyme cut shards of timeCan you touch a bell's chime?When a yolk becomes..
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How long is forever, it ends never a title for a songpassion driven, a vow given, truth once so strongI was wrong, its promise withdrawngiven as a wor..
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As ah walked one day, in ma way, a bear ah foundE looked starved, as 'is dinner didn't wish ta be carved, so ah turned aroundAh 'ad no gun so started ..
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Hidden memories of the past buried in cerebral mushA ribbon, string or thread when pulled they appear in a gushIn smoke they rise as a mist in eyes, t..
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An old photograph of a dream stored in mind's drawerThe faded past in sepia with urine stains and smell of mustIn misty shifting landfills of mental g..
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How many times have you said never only to return upon your worda cloud drifting heather to the sea, returning to its nest like a birdThe whip of the ..
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When memory's prick revives the sting of yesterday's thornand the scent of rot on today's breeze is bornbreath deep sleep, that buries wool of shame s..
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A spark in the dark it beckons with its callAmong the ash a tiny flash, a memory to recallOnce a blaze now in haze in oblivion soon to fallIn despair ..
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