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Elegant limbs --
Petals, falling, gazed upon my soul.
Dreary late December’s
Cold stokes the heat
Of firewood.
Fallen flo..
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The weary lids of day slideTowards the west as oldGrey phantoms appear and glideBefore my eyes in the cold.They whisper sweet nothings,Reminders from ..
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Saturnine night! the hour grows late,
Inspiring bittersweet memories.
There’s a twinkle to these stars
And a smile dances fai..
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Time dilates as her headRests upon my shoulder,The opium dream ofTwilight intoxicatesUs, languid, hazy wordsHang in the air like smoke.The moon waxes ..
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An hourglass that keeps flipping,Perpetually restarting, never stopping,Grains of sand colliding and falling.The vast cosmic tide, sublime.A majestic ..
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This is the calm exteriorDisguising the troubled waters.Deadly indecisionPaired with egomania,A potent mix thatAccomplishes nothing.Another lucid drea..
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