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Oh, sweet child, Don't dare hide your eyes--Thought it storms outside; I promise, all storms will subside-- All in good time--I promise you this, as w..
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A river flows in-and-out of my mind,As sure as blood splatters upon the vine,In some form of morbid sacrifice--A river that flows in-and-out of my min..
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One more love song--To portrayEvery object in between--Every object along the way;But not the right love song, it seems,To portray the object of my af..
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Dedicated to the great Emily E. Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)
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An Elegy
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We are the earth as much
As we are of the earth,
From inception;
An indefinite continuum from birth.
We are the wind as much
As we are curved..
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We drink from the Waters of Babylon,Never wondering from whence they have come-- No--never asking; Only ever baskingIn the shade of a silent corruptio..
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capture sunlight in a capsule put the capsule in a bottlegive it to me to consume let it enlighten at full throttlelet it ease how i suffer making rig..
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The eyes with which I find myself in love,See the stars as much moreThan just rhythmic blinking somewhere far above--The eyes in which I find my heart..
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Acrostic Poem.
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