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for people, who think they are alone
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they say there is a tragedy,in everyone, in being alone,in being with someone, unsaid,hesitant and not brave enough,to question the universe,also on i..
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the woman, smoking a cigarette,blowing smoke in the air, in a corner,oblivious, even meek, with her friends,doesn't she have a lover, waitingfor her i..
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there is something that shines,deep in the sky, deep in the woods,more than sunlight, more than leaves,i can't say if i am more alive,if it is just my..
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a mask, you wear your presence,a smile with no bite, you missed me,by a beat, a step, a mile, an hour,just numbers - the room, unlucky 13, three stops..
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i knew you'll grow old on me,my longings will outlive you,the fruit that clings, higherup a branch, you'll reach for me,until your arms ache, your eye..
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it was written, when she was drunk,the ether diluting her blood,to a pearly-white sheen, her thoughtswere only one, only you, the absencewas high on c..
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a poem gone wild, out of breath,out of line, since the first wordscame out of its mouth, i let it sit,in a corner of my head, where the sun is warmest..
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no one is a sinner, to him,bespectacled, zen as a jade,a prayer, whispered, a hand, almost held out, no alms,just treasure hearts, afraidof nothing bu..
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breath, close to your nape,near your ear, lips, barely bruisingyour stubble, there is no act,more alive than this, we kiss,we know this is opening doo..
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