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All that you are
and all you may lose
depends solely upon
which paths you choose
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Like water flowing
over timeworn rocks,
I am weathered
by the constant grind Hoping that,Like the rocks,
I will be cultivated
into something
be..
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Cheeks brushed
by wind's palm
with thoughts of you
a heady balm
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Can't you see me? Here, behind these lines
of ink? Do you see? Do you recognize
my pain? My joy?
Tell me. Tell me that you see
a little life. A l..
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Two of the same;
a mirror of passion
and beauty unparalleled,
as two swords parry
and lithe swordsmen dance,
one's leg bending to fill
the space..
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There's got to be more than this
This gnawing gut of swallowed words
This withered soul of rotten thoughts
This selfless self, lost to what o..
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So closed off
it's quite pathetic,
but anyone
can wax poetic
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Anxiety is constant;
like breath,
and death,
and taxes
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Washed away,
the colors run,
enough to chase
out everyone
See them go
oh, how they fly,
none take the time
to question why
Closing eyes
and..
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I close my eyes and always knowjust where it is I want to goa place that no one else can seestarts flowing gently over meand in my mind its form takes..
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