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I imagined her beautiful and when she came, she was. her face from a cold, distant land, unexplained. like moonlight she drippedinto my tide; and I an..
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snow falls tears fallicicle smiles.ice cube hearts.cold bones and frigid feelings. frosted eyelids like frozen glass.bones as fragile as car antennas ..
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I dreamed we were sailboats,
sailing on a river made of eighth notes and blue jazz rhythms. life was simple, sailing in one directiontwisted current..
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my love is as a fever, a sickness with no cure and this chemo ain't working out too much. I'm losing my hair, and throwing up my food, but this tumor ..
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she is sifting through the ashes of a burnt down homefinds no picture albums or old toys, just broken glass and charred bones. ain't nothing left for ..
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crimson tears cobalt breath outstretched hands and arms a willow tree weeps, its tears melting into a brook, I am flooded with silver streams. I am a ..
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i should not take it personally she couldn't love me to save her own life. Sufi poets say that love has nothing to do with the five senses, and Ibelie..
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as i sit in the dark hoping to write poems and scripts about life I...have nothing to saymy mind is empty like tin tubs on garbage day. my eyes are cl..
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she is a tumble-weed caught in the thicknessof my grass. her skin like buttered thornsand mine like the ocean, she is something to be felt. her body l..
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i am re-writing the lines on my palm, and drawing my fate to you. i am regaining my strength and sometimes I lose faith. letting go is the hardest thi..
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