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the mourning dove sits outside my window sill.she arrives every day at the break of dawn and sings a tale, mourning song.the glass separates us from e..
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3 glass window front door, it seemed to always be shut and I always waited for you to open it.
In the pit of my gut I could feel the fire boiling ov..
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I have years to spend with you so please bend my ear, my heart, my head with the gravity of your illuminating self.
I've walked plenty of paths and e..
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her curves, they do speak...a silent pause, she does not know...words are not enough, for she is a silhouette of a divinity.in her wake, I am less tha..
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I cried, wept strands of my soul and they poured from my eyes.I trembled when you left me here.It was just a minute past twenty-two and I realized you..
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I heeded your request and descended unto her most bare breast.The purpose was silent until she whispered into my ears, her name, her name so true.Eagl..
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The things we see in the light, those are not ours, never to be captured or restrainted.
The things we feel in the dark, sometimes they are not you, ..
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Do you feel my insecurities?
I am a tattered, torn, used and bloody.
How can you see me through this nightmare?
I wish I could manage my head in su..
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She crumbled to ashes in my hands as her spirit lifted away from me.
I felt the ground shake and a pit of despair open to take me down.
What walls I..
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even in the dark the spirits will play.even in the cold, wet and ebony filled cave, even there I hear the violin.thechandelier touching the ground and..
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