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when i blinked last it wasnt there, the red of the rain, the black of the sea. I am so disillusioned. Its the mirage I see. The pain in the soul, year..
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No my poem was not meant to end this waynor was I supposed to look this wayI am turning my face from this sightthe sound the place the realmIts not wh..
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Dressed in white, this lissome woman, plays truant with me. I seek her, the mystic snow, she is all I seek. Not a minute, not an hour, can I spend wit..
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I long to rock his cradle, hold his fingerSo let the pain seep through meI can almost hear his cryThe unborn is now a part of meI flush within and as ..
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Crimson river went flowing by, like a whale it swallowed every mile, ebbing into the chasm of love, tide increasing with every sigh. Time took a stand..
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Looking at the mirror, with no face to seeSmiling at the world, with just pain underneathAway I walk on the shore, even the mud is pulled beneathWhat ..
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Squirming within I see life unfold, I grow older, winds of insanityMaturing is a process I have come to dread, its not my sight, its the view. I pull ..
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The rhythm divine puts me to peace, the song playing through my soul. Nothing begins nothing ends, as I hibernate into the whole. An ego thats no long..
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In the darkened walls of mud, I see some moss, the only green. Rains lashing, its sound I hear, and a drop keeps falling from the roof. I am chained t..
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I stand in a crevice by the side of a rock, waiting for the rain to abate. The sea is calling, the end is near, must I let her hunger satiate? I aint ..
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