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~Rock of Gibraltar~
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Haven't decided on the title, feel free to suggest
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O bright nebulae in
this shroom box of darkness,
weaved by wicked Gods
that waft wastefully and
consume everything created.
Here we stand,
reduc..
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In summer's slice of life's pie,
heat beats down, both wet and dry,
ov'r valleys, which I call my childhood home.
Insects pitch a welcome note, the..
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Donot hasten the silken winds that blow,
the call of the clock,
the magnetic ebb and flow.
In the dichotomy of moments,
that you linger behind--..
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~for a slam poetry contest I would be participating in~
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On her sunglasses,
buttermilk clouds bask.
February winds rise in waves
and blossom inwards.
Drinking the lemonade sun,
her fruit punch lips lust..
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My heart's aglow,
like a dusty lava lamp,
on the midnight stroll, setting camp,
like nomads into an igloo
of powder-blue ice.
Ice-lolly midnight,..
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~A scribble to get the muse to work again~
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~Life through rose-tinted glasses~
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