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Don't tell me that it's over, because I'm not done.I'm changing my world in the spirit ofthree, two, one.I'm shooting down the moon when it blocks out..
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It seems that the sunonly burns the ones that stare.
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A Villanelle.
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It’s supernatural, the fire of
the lightning
in the silver dusty dusk;
the spark of creativity, the
spark of liberation,
the spark of..
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Occasionally, I can taste
sweetness;
sweetness that tastes bitter to
my senses.
Tongue can taste the darkness in
the flavor,
eyes can see ..
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Take my fiery heart
and quivering of my lip,
release energy.
Piercing, burning slow,
moisture and heat on my cheeks,
losing clarity..
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I always was for the words not spoken,
and I always was for the rawest thought;
yet it was the silliest kind of fluff,
believing somehow in s..
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Note: For the purposes of the Spontaneous Poetry contest I'm entering this into, I did write this directly into WC in only a couple of minutes.One, tw..
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Beauty only realizes
what beauty takes again;
dystopia is thrilling,
the darker place is zen.
Tearing windows side by side,
straight to the ope..
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This situation caught me at the wrong time;
it appears to be I've gone out of my mind.
I just want to tell you that
I'm stuck on this, and that's a..
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