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The flowers were dancing,
blush and green;
then someone else's winter came,
and they froze.
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Beyond what you see,
my words fail me,
this is an odyssey,
of my years to twenty-three.
The desire to be free,
owing none an apology,
for unfu..
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afire
you are the scorching sun
which sets aflame the world
but the gentle zephyr wind for me
which soothes my skin with it's soft touch
..
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I cut my hands and heart for you;
Whilst you stood there and watched,
Undaunted;
And said that I didn't bleed enough.
You smoked the ash..
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Inspired by the Danish Hygge.
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I keep catching your glimpses
Through the crevices
Of the tall weeping willows
Surrounding the fences
Where you always keep standing
With your ..
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and the fury of my wrath
will destroy all your dreams,
and I'll sit on your throne
and watch you turn into ruins,
and I'll wreck your soul..
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This incessant desire
for the autumnal browns,
and my eyes unwilling to see
the hopeful hues of the spring...
I wish I could bury
the echos of..
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As I sit in a room full of people,
and feel nothing but emptiness
crawling up on me, fast;
growing on me like shadows eclipse the light,
it kee..
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They ask us to give up;
Forget our freedom.
‘Your struggle is hopeless,
Your blood, water.’
They clean their sinful bodies,
With s..
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