RuseInex
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dystopia's cureA Poem by RuseInexthe world filled with rhyme would be sublimetransformed beyond its self become instilled as onein harmony of speech for all inclinedwhether good or ba.. |
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ghost of present's pastA Poem by RuseInex. . . take me backto ancient 18th century americana country roadsby meandering brooksweathered barns and stovepipe flues and tin lanternsleathered tan.. |
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. . . alone may beA Poem by RuseInexto be alone in nature's splendoris one thingthough in single isolation there,nature's beauty/being keeps your heart warm sustainedeven rocks will sing.. |
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moonA Poem by RuseInexthe moon is there, grab ithold it, bask in its waxen beauty tonightwhile it is visiblecalm yourself, stay strongthe fear you feel, all who have gone b.. |
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chronology of love ennumeratedA Poem by RuseInexstarlight's asynchronicity affects my vision's awepinpricks of brilliance,romantic bursts,"i love you, let me recite the asynchronous ways,"in which y.. |
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great citiesA Poem by RuseInexeasy to lose one's way in a sea of loneliness |
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the dawnA Poem by RuseInexi came to face the dawni was pushed into itmy senses rebelled against itithought her be soft of morning's best virgin lighther quiet whispers of air i.. |
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peace be stillA Poem by RuseInexshelter from the storms of life |
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love's varied splendid thingsA Story by RuseInexare insects capable of love and loving? |
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the wilder places of the worldA Poem by RuseInexwhat is the wilderness - hard concept to define |