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'With promises made of a brave new world, thus the Endless Winter was subdued,
Though the homeless died and homes stood empty, though they killed mo..
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To count what's left of the night to be lived, till the day blinds me again,
Is there more that awaits than already spent, to colour my mortal remai..
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Twas a night so rough he wasn't sure he'd endure,
The tirades of dear daddy, mum mute, ever demure,
How the red glare of a failed paper, obscured ..
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This imagines a Romantic ("deaf ears do 'vade", Beethoven?) in contemporary times, regretting the overwhelming displacement of his kind of music by mo..
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Our search for summer wages, through wintry winds midst snow,
Flanked by faces, memories auld lurk in ever darkening shadows,
Timeless we lie, lul..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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O' sweet yesteryears of decade bygone, the far end we first crossed paths,Forbidden adventures well past midnight, the revolutionary aftermath,The str..
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The empty belvedere flickers, midst mists and moonlight,
Silhouettes slither to laughing medleys, merging with the night,
The departing voices leav..
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Poetry of sorrow ain't poetry that's shared, It's to be shelved and forgotten like most nightmares;Like tears that'd coalesced yet never condensed,Flo..
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Why must I return to the temple doors again, the doors that've never let me in?
To transcend as they say, the irreversible real; the decadence that'..
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The gates give way to the frantic crowd; "fifteen minutes to go! ",
As senescent frowns on juvenile faces, now flock my windows,
Their fluttering ..
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