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People say they remember time,Time when it was young and free,Could run amongst the tall green grass,And leave everything to let it be.Time remembers ..
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Once when an angel stumbled upon my door he gave me a token,And told me the story of what friendship was,that if a person's lens are broken,you break ..
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Shall we name the birch of the tree,That wrestles wind upon the moor,Given to it the birth of three,A strike to flee through the corridor.Let Death wa..
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I knew him for the streak of sunlight,Waking me each morning,Reminding me he's there for me,Beside me was a vase of dead leaves.Autumn had brought aub..
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When the angels fall,Fall to the golden mist,Will you, dear, Be the one,The one to Grab my waist?Let's see the morning star,Reach down to touch our Wo..
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I had no name for this poem because it's something that cannot be named. This feeling, it has no word to describe it.
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This poem talks about the grievences people have.
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This poem talks of false hope.
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The main idea of this topic is sacrifice. In life, we tend to make a lot of sacrifices to meet with our circumstances. Sometimes it's not pleasant and..
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