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Dust driftsof parched patha prickly hedgenature's thorny vergeso green can never mixRace.Dogs tails droopas a burnt orange circle in the skybakes a ch..
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Torn between dimensionsone and ten,these tangled threadsvibrate; a symetrical webthat binds the starswith celestial dust.Spinning and spinningso fasta..
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I wrote this whilst sleeping rough.
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If you really wantto know the truthI so missmy idle youth.Admiring glancesstill pass my waybut at your wrinkled side,I must stay.Such a handsome man,s..
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Indimensions that driftforever entwinedyou and I, but one;days that last a lifetimeflash by afraid to dwell too long lest they spoilour joy.The void b..
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wild fresh windscaress verdant slopestheir breath a whisperin a valley, silent, starvinghushlest you rouse the spiritinterred deep in hollow groundres..
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Am I a poetbecause I composeusing lyrics that rhyme,my mistletoe and wine.Musicthat paints a pictureVividthe melody,intense of feelingdevoid of judgem..
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I once took a frienda paranoid schizophrenicto a rugby match.Things were grand...til the first scrum!
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This World will endin 11 hours, 12 minutes, and 13 secondsprecisely.Do not worry.Do not fret.The fate of Earthis firmly set.Your plans, your dreamsyou..
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Is it a calling,orders chiseled from granite grey and coldor written in blood?Mammoth megalithic monstersso massive, we struggle for breathat their si..
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