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I can
still taste the rosé on my lips-
It
spilled down my throat and burned
A sparkling
waterfall of wine and bliss.
The ..
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Our days are numbered by health, Heaven, And disease-but still we approach time’s capriciousSystem with indifference. We rate ours hoursBy the s..
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Howling winds precede the winter rainAnd carry the night’s cry on a breeze;Only in a tempest can it be heardHeaving and wheezing, desperate to c..
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Roving eyesLook to the summer sky,Shining and shimmering Like the gleaming, gilded sun;Warm rays wander the earthAnd burn in abundant beauty,Too stunn..
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Did God forgetTo paint the sky today?It seems so cold,Clouded, and gray. Sweet sunrise cameBut startled my stare, For my eyes failedTo focus on a sky ..
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My heart knows no boundsTo him, dear lover of my better days;My heart has a piteous soundWhen my dear lover is away.It is a shame, I must believe,That..
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Holy souls wear saints’ clothesUntil life makes us fully damned,Until it breaks whatever heart is found,Causes us to curse the groundOn which ou..
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Trial and error seem too real,And triumph is so faraway;Yet still you go through thisCycle from day to day.Sometimes you have to break,Sometimes you h..
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Old one...
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Gold and honey strandsTrace the crimson before me,Blushing gray behind.
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