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Dear Haides, I now know what an emotional disaster feels like. It is the chaos that is eating my mind, despair circulating through my veins, or perhap..
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Dear Haides, As I sit here dwindling my feathers, I wonder why is it I take everything for granted? Expecting everything to always be there, I avoid t..
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Dear Haides, As the aging stars fell from the anemic night skies, the hour was gland. The leaves that sunk from the trees were withered and arid-- The..
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Dear Haides, The night time air of dyspeptic inhumane wind blew across the branches of this old broken tree, which one day shall brittle into such, as..
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On a Winter's day, in a dark and musty November, the sun was summoning blood red on the bottom of the dispersed sky. The view form my oak tree showed..
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This is just a short book of poetry I did...
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What has become of me today?Are my hands cuffed too tightly?Do my own words have no say?Now the widow has flown freeHe has blackened dark wingsMade wi..
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Look into the window and you will seeA tempting faded soulShears of feathers ring around my feetDragging me down an empty holeAnd his leftover ashes f..
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My mind winding all around the truthWidowed thoughts tied to a vineCircling, spinning around the desperate moonViews through windows of the alpineWhis..
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Off in the distance all day longTake away the lonely houndLike an eagle wing now headstrongThe widow ten feet off the groundHis feathers are blazing w..
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