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Those dry withered dancerscan flourish their skillson streets and rooftopsand sun-shaded hills. On sun-filtered sidewalks,past burning bush flowers,t..
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I'm one of those guys who wanders through abandoned homes notorious for their fearsome hauntings. I traipse through rooms with caution, though; the fl..
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Sometimes, the mindsearches too much.It huntsexcessively,and winds up in stickersat the lakeof insomnia.The glint of contentmentis barely visiblethrou..
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As sizzling skies of summerdispensed more heat across the hills,October seized chilly reignexchanging heat for chills. Majestic trees of birch, in sw..
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For you...I'll gather eternal futuresand recite versesfrom endless planets.With every star,that sparks the sky,I'll direct their light toward my devot..
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No one wants to rhyme their poemsthe way that rhymes should be.They choose instead to write free verse,which leaves no fun for me.No one wants to mete..
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Cold-biting breezes sweep sugary hillsas autumn is bitten by wintery chills.And silky white snowdrifts, frozen in time,enfold, like waves suspended.He..
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