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I could no more
hold today
let alone tomorrow,
I was still clinging on
to yesterday in the hope
yesterday was tomorrow.
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The eye in the sky
a blink in time
a man marooned
in the moon
follows a lost horizon
chasing rainbows,
a waste of time
as moments bubbled burs..
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The envelope of love
was the opening of the heart
sealed for eternity in a pact
to the letter.
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Of things that go
bump in the night,
things go thud as well.
It was awful,
the massacre
we were rounded up,
washed, sorted, peeled,
and slic..
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He who holds the candle
does not necessarily
shine the light,
there’s always the sun.
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Life
appreciated in value
with age.
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The war games
of Romeo and Juliette
we’re no more a farewell
a play between lovers
in a final deliverance
where mortal loves
are no more t..
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What lies in the background of the mind
but the wrong side of black
of footprints that stop....
that once lead to memories
where the walls move,
..
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He
who tips the scales
will never hold the balance.
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The iconic sounds of youthrang out on the rebellionknowing all too well,they will grow oldas well.
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