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We were Angels of Rain, brought down from the Clouds and damned for the simple act of trying, So when death came to take away our loved ones we turned..
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You ask me how I view this world, your presence deafening, sun perched and simpering on shoulder, In the eavesdrop magnolia breeze your hands reach in..
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Tell me,If only by threadthen by threadstell meI'll wade beside your wishI'll crawl into the prayerI'll walk through nightif by a single wordbeside yo..
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Is this enoughto love what comes in shards and fragmentsEnough to spare our open woundsIs it enoughthese words before the light of summer grows coldTh..
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If I could leave this secondturn and walk away, all thingsclean, returned to unbruised memoryI wouldn’tBetter the sun with its planbetter the ra..
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It is hereon this rooftop I belongwith my piranhatrail of despondent cloudsFamiliar as family, once perhapsfamiliar as the rope around my neckIt is he..
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All of it,sudden, goneNo Red Sea Horn of AfricaNo castanets fandango or sitting beneaththe Pisa shades of our white shelled Sycamore.It is over,all of..
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“ I was born for this”, she angles, her hair tangling with reflections of street lights and white shadows, the background that finds uspoo..
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I slid into the back seatan occupanttattoos with red hair steering in front of methe sound of a gracious voice and a swift helloa recent smell of a ci..
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