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Look into the mirror-What do you see?If you could,Who else would you be?I doubt you would wantTo be me.If you could,What would you changeThat all happ..
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What is there to doWhen there is nothingLeft to say?What else can one doWhen all there isIs to pray?Times of desperationAre clouded in dreadSurroundin..
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She stalks the night like a ghost,Taking in all the night has to boast;She slinks around before wide eyes-She is the mystifying midnight sky.Her flowi..
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Her eyes are windows,The long black lashes the panes;They rest gently on her cheek,Her soft blush unable to wane,For the slightest act can earnAnd enc..
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If dreams were for sale,What would you buy?Would you buy silver wingsAnd learn how to fly?Would you ask for finsAnd sparkle like a fish?Anything is po..
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The ground tremblesUnderneath their running feet;It shivers as it hearsThe vibrant, drumming beatOf a separated lover’s heart.One can hear its m..
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Their wide eyes met,And she knew this was whenAll the world would grow silent,This her night with a poet of men;She knew his handsWould be like couple..
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In the day,I hear you screaming;In the night,I hear you crying-At morningI hear you mumbling,And at duskI hear you sighing.Do not go awayFrom my frigh..
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Don’t you cryAnymore,Little girl;Run and play,For tomorrowIs a new day-Free of judgmentYou are tooYoung for-Please, don’t cry.I know this ..
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Shhh!ListenTo the heartbeatIn the earth’s core;It grows fainterEvery dayWith every breathThat is taken.The landsWill soon shatterAnd crack,And t..
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