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Quick short to exercise my brain.
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I came from the garden in the skyliving among stars, spackled across the nightI was born to walk under the moonbut when I return, it'll be not a momen..
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Not to be trifled withbut you know not what you doas you stand fist clenchedafter the blow fadesadrenaline drops in,bursting through my veinsthe time ..
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Ebband flow,oceans,telltale pushand pull.The waters reach,renewalreturning her secrets,to the depths below.Searchingreachingfingertips aglowa bio-lumi..
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Just stretching my poetic muscles- it has definitely been too long.
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Crimson,the color of cleansing fleshseeps through tears, jaggedlike a nail bitten edge.And you stand...blood on both hands,ignorant to the pyreyou thr..
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Not finished, but sit down because it is still fairly long.
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Between my worn binding and dog eared pageslives the shattered remnantsof dreams I thought could withstandseveral thousand agesthe ink of who I used t..
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Clock hands speed through past pictures and memories,flashes from the shutter of a camera,smiles disappearing with each moment,as time inhales another..
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A sequel to my poem "Faceless"
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