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this is what happens when you don't write for a year. hmph.
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This graceful purging of the soul,
Spilling her essence across the page,
The midnight blood of this being spelling out her yearning,
The nece..
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I picture you as
we last were together --
your face glowing with the cold moonlight off the
lake.
The stars -- indifferently shining.
The look in..
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And as we lie together in the awkward, blissful After,The heat of the day and our passionHangs hot and heavy above us,Our mingled sweat provokes a chi..
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In no way am I perfect. I am a poet. Therein lies my largest fault, for
as such, I am a dreamer. Have you ever had a dream so intensely beautiful tha..
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I sit here and listen to the rain and the wind,The breeze slipping around the leaves,The only trace a silky whisper,Like water trickling over rocks,Th..
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