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'Tis a strange love, this love for the night,
A queer fascination, borne out of fright,
And the broad expanse of tranquil moonlight,
Shows not a..
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Yet another Sunday afternoon; in the ether, disappears,
In this drunken dystopia, of existential fears,
As she stares down at the abyss beneath, of..
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Tis here we part ways, oh dear friend,
And you go back where we came from,
For this road I walk, knows no end;
They must be worried back home.
A..
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'Cross the skies of the promised land, the canary soared higher,
Sunshine cleansed her golden wings, that sang of dreams, of desire,
To the grey wor..
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To my friend, since this year, like every other year, will draw to a close, and in case, we never talk again...
I guess I could try to sum up how t..
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Fall Avenue blushes through tangerine trees; may I find her leaves forever,Splurging shades across the wilderness, shriveled amid wintry whispers,
In..
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His discolored rags fly in the golden sunrise,As he scrounges the dumps for a sliver or a slice,The fragrant jasmines usher in whispers from the skies..
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Who knows what storms the silence brews...while the western front sleeps,What fiery trails ofblitzkriegs and bombs; in catacombs where the valiant wee..
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A celestial cacophony, of sardonic laughter, hovers about overhead,
As dreary dust devils, merge with the sand, revealing the horizon ahead;
A forsa..
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In the evergreen eldorado, of blissful innocence, snowflakes, cerulean hills,Clouds eiderdown, whence rivers rinse, the towering tangerine trees,Where..
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