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A poem is the funeral pyre bright,Of pulsations once exhumed from the deep,Now still, yet present in the waning light;Fueled by the flame of memories ..
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double limerick
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We can’t go on together with heavy hearts, Yet we’ll dance through the stormy weather with heavy hearts. In shadows where secrets dwell, w..
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In shadows cast by doubt, our truths reside,Once cloaked in whispers, masked by fleeting lies,But now the veils of silence fall aside,Revealing hearts..
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In the mirror’s soft light, a story unfolds, Crow’s feet like whispers, in laughter retold. Creases of wisdom etched deeper than skin, Eac..
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In a world where shadows stretch and whisper,A parish blooms in pixels, soft and bright,Where words, like fragile lanterns, flicker,Defying the encroa..
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These words pour forth,fluid as cheap wine,vividly dressed,like any branded vintage.Gentle on tired pockets,they dull the mind’s edge;after a fe..
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In shadows deep, that bell does toll,A whispering wind, a heart grown cold.Each chime a memory, softly fell,An echo faintly fades in sombre knell.Drea..
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A number's just a simple sign,Yet deeper meanings intertwine.Like scars that tell a tale,Each figure's more than pale--A life lived in each line, so d..
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In whispers hushed, we ponder distance wide,Yet what of closeness, pressing ever near?In spaces shared, our hearts may clash and chide,And breast feel..
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