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The wood crackles,the heat intenseas the flames dance,that warm caress.Holding your gaze,burning your thoughts,its time to driftwhen eyes are caught.T..
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The forgotten wanderIn the cold of nightThey long for shelterThe homeless plight.Lonely beings that have no faceLonging for kindness;A human embrace.
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That shiny object on the shelfcollecting dust like myself.I see an image, something old;Creases, wrinkles, familiar folds.A closer look. Oh it's gross..
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In a blink of an eyeAn idea is bornAnd if its not nurturedThe idea will be gone.But this seed of thoughtGiven time to growFrom a seed to a tree;The gr..
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Knowledge---Like a handle on your thoughts you carry aroundTo make one wiser not a clown.A body not of a physical kind,But can weigh heavily on your m..
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From the moment you are bornYour die is castLike a reincarnated productFrom all your generations long passed.Your map has been drawnSo you follow the ..
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She looks back now with one regret.Having tried that first cigarette.To satisfy her starving mindAs the rest of her body slowly declinesAnd while the ..
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Books are like peopleOr are people like books?Standing patiently on the shelves;Waiting to reveal all about themselves.Those attractive covers grabbin..
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So strange to be able to seeWhen all eyes are closedTo see dazzling imagesOf dreams which stand alone.And looking within closed doorsWhere outsiders c..
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Outside the window, a clear dark night,I see little jewels shining bright.Small whitish dots against blackened sky,Motionless, poised while time slips..
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