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The shadow of clouds upon your snowy landscapes.
The wispy shapes above my head.
The infinite space between my words.
Filled with light of unimag..
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In your eyes,
the birds of fascination fly.
Tell of resolutions broken in the past.
Yesterdays visions, todays hope,
tomarrows failure.
Their..
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As I gaze upon the ocean,
the tides turn black.
For your moving forward.
And I'm moving back.
The air around me
grows thinner from lack,
of pe..
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Its white.
All white and blue. Deep blue sand, mixing with grey snow.
Snow that falls from cloudy skies. Clouds so deep,
so blue they are almost bl..
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For many red is consitered to bethe colour of passion.
I tend to disagree with this assumtion. I feel,
white would be more suitable for this
posit..
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Like rain that patters on the windowsill,
or drops of dew that cling to morning grass.
So my thoughts of being, wander.
Away from the places I ..
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Voodoo and contempt.
Your heart is lost to mercy and friend.
Take your brother by the heart,
with song as soft as lambs wool.
Grab your brother ..
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Poison angel.
My work of art.
With wings so rich,
and eyes so bold.
My pretty birdie,
your feathers bright,
eloquent and stirring.
Pretty b..
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Putmy faith in tarot.
But can mere vellum,
savemy life.
Gaveeverythingto astrology.
Butmy stars are feeting,
keep falling out of sight.
Look..
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YesterdayI was inspired,
and today I must have realized
how much more
I could write.
If I simply didnt limit myself
to the free forced habbit I..
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