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I write with the twinkling of the night stars, peering out into the infinite universe above, and I wonder if the night will ever come bearing gifts ot..
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"It crept upon me with slender talons that scraped through my body with fiery ambition, and with the death of may flowers, the sickness bloomed."
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Your face inviting,as a red welcome matbut not without the stains of dirty shoes that birthed from being stepped upon.
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It isn't so muchthat I want to sleep,but more so,that I no longer wantto be awake.
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A short ode about the coming of spring
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The
cherry blossom trees swayed gently in the breeze, their pink hues illuminated the grassy field like ballerina’s twirling eloquently in ..
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A fairy floated gently to the ground,wings not beating, heart without sound.The world had stopped believing,all hope was lost.Her tiny spirit the cost..
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the heart can know, the heart can feel, the pain of another without the need of concrete knowledge for the brain.
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daily poem
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Inspired by the Greek word Amaranthos. Meaning unfading.
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