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The pretentious rock
Craggy and malformed
Jutting brazen
Upon the sandy shore
Suffering
The slow and steady onslaught
of the ocean's per..
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Lust is~
The b***h
howling, eager,
for her mate
Love is~
The mother
suckling her babe,
tender, at her breast
Together theyare~
De..
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Teetering…
on that prolific edge of mediocrity
Groping…
like some street-ravaged w***e in the darkness
Clinging… ..
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Do you wish to taste
the succulent flower
as she grows, anxious, in the garden?
Morning's blush arouses
her soft pink petals
and they become..
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Pity me, the down-trodden,
Dearest friend"whom I dare beseech
Might I have but a moment of your time?
Would you kindly allow a humble minion, ..
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Where are you
You do not come to me
When I call your name
How long shall I wait
I walk alone in the shadows
Where only the moon shines brigh..
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'Twas well beyond the thicket
Set back among the wood
O'er the sodden pasture
Where my home it stood
Humble was its presence
For it fared quite s..
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Beloved sea, you beckon, and I awaken at your request
I can hear your song, so seductive, whisper against my ear
Your kiss, the gentle spray upon my..
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I was born of the sea
I rose from her stark, sunless depths
Like some luxurious nymph
Proud and beautiful
Standing against her endless rag..
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