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WellGo little hands, keep searching,walking this desert in slow pace.A year without rain, a well you find;hollowness it is, too deep,dry and all evapo..
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TranscendTranscend and triumph with desire.No more belonging to this mire.Eyes brimming with undying fireand dreams of flying higher.Desert every aggr..
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A man I call fatherTime carved its scars on you,the wrinkles make you unrecognizablesince the last time I let you in,you still move further away from ..
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A thirst needs to be quenched. Words swallowed up are ..
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Wishing upon snow Maya finished her work fast that day, turned off her computer and stretched out her sore arms. She wanted to leave early to take her..
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I still do vividly remember
the snows of London from that dream,
maybe a distant memory in December
flowing back in a constant stream.
In this o..
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LightsWalking on darker colors,I see you from afar, lights.Where we were & where we are,we are somehow still connected.Drifting away from you,I ca..
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HomeHome is what drinks timeand eats life away into memory,where you live and die, so sublime,yet you never know this simple mystery.Home is the real ..
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MayhemThese wispy veins are
so frailas blood raptures
through them.It is what ties us in
this jail;our life---this overlapped
mayhem.I live me..
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Dare to dream I woke up that morning. The alarm was still echoing in my head. My throat sore and shoulders heavy. as I opened my eyes I have completel..
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