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Focus, a word that requires itself.Black spheres dance in my peripherals,yet disappear with an upturned glance.How does one know chance?By bothering t..
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Take me backto the candied palaceof wonder and awe;a place that held no malice.There I met an Italian prince,curly locks of the darkest hairframed his..
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Fragile and slight with outstretched wings,she makes the jumpwithout her mother's guidance.Baby blue, and incredibly soft, she sings.In her descent fr..
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A golden sphere,Scorching and radiant,Ascended and searedThe eyes of the watching;Leaving multicoloredPolka-dots swimmingThroughout the otherSpheres w..
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fear ruins hope. fearruins hope in a hazysmoke that stingsyour eyes. Theeyes that Iused to live in. I usedto live in those eyes.big hazel eyes.hope bl..
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I'm hollow.
I'm a tree whose bark was stripped
That once held our initials.
I've been carved and ripped
Into hand-made gifts
That someone else wi..
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You have the silver hook.
You have the thin line.
You take a swift look.
You're ready.
I was full of life.
I swam to my own beat,
Until you c..
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I'm solemnly sitting
In my cage,
Slowly growing
Old with age.
You won't hold me.
I'm never chosen
To be in those large hands;
I'm frozen,
Shiv..
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My small fingers trail along
The gritty stone barrier
As I sing a melancholy song
Of star-crossed lovers.
It's the song you wrote
Before you sole..
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You are the soft gust of wind
On an August day,
That so swiftly pinned
My hair behind my ears.
I want to inhale you
And hold my breath.
It's muc..
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