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She wore Spring all Winter
to drive away the snow,
She would dance outside,
cold encasing every toe.
She did not mind though,
with Spring..
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Rattling laughter against metal
trapped in a tin can
which is blown away
in this growing storm
Rusting, cracking, flaking,
this laughter fa..
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Thoughts of the . . .
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Just a very small short story I wrote.
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Obscure
Why do we
greed for lost items
We bask in
that such item
That we live
not for,
Answers, truth, lies,
And for many,
obsc..
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Poet's WordsI thought, and thoughtBut no words cameThe words I said, I broughtBut they are all the sameWhy? Why can't these words come to meThe Ink st..
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Land of the HourString up the red banner of battleAnd throw your time as nowWay down the way to thenWhen there is no time to prattleCreeping softly th..
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