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Originally written as a slam poem/spoken word
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I've been told
An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away.
Does a poem a day
Keep the heartbreak away?
I'm not sure either is true
I still miss you...
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Without a doubt
For did I see
Sight without vision
And vision without me.
I breathe in
A breeze,
I breathe out
A stream.
Challenging grass and..
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I wonder what it would be likeIf I told you, you became a beacon forMe Constantly litAlmost too hopeful as one would sayIf they were skeptical of lov..
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This is me.
Watching every moment
Become joyous as
Loved ones land
Introducing their feet to
The ground once more.
This is why.
I witness sto..
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Silence amongst whispers and incandescenceon SaturdaysWhere the world can slowly exhaleAcross emerald branches reaching out with hopes to embrace youB..
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It's after work,
Around 4 or 5 pm
I am graced with the opportunity
To meet
A disgruntled man in a navy suit,
Tie loose, a couple buttons popped
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Days upon days
These stories are told
To more and more
In hopes to break reality
Exposing truths of
What is and what can
Never be
Beneath so..
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The pleasant pale and light blue
Coffee, or perhaps tea, cup
Simplistic yet content in a cafe
I so happened to stumble upon
Somewhere in Brussels
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I thought about gifting you,
a story.
Our story, in particular,
of love lost or friends forever.
Wishing the thoughts and
our moments would
Reki..
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