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She is a tease, she is a witch,She is a tempter of all things;She is a siren, damning menWith the demands and pleas she sings.She is a captor of men's..
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Candle bright and candle warm,Candle shrinking in each moment,Your children are the moths which swarmAround your drowning base.Candle wick on fire,May..
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It lives for but a momentBefore time starts again,Sand dragging before reaching the end.When all time ceases,To the opposite side it returns-It never ..
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The senses tell you before creationWhen a storm is gracing you with its presence-Before a storm, you can smellThe fresh earth, the pending rain-All of..
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See her dancing through the street,See her lead the gay parade;Hear the clicks of her stomping feet,The dancer polished and unafraidAs she concentrate..
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The mother oak stands all aloneIn the center of a crowded forest,Creaking and cringing for its painAnd breathing a sigh of reliefFor its contented day..
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Let the night sky be the stage,Spotlights countless surroundingThe moonlit rays,The twinkling stars crowdingThe snaking, cosmic haze.Dark midnight doe..
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The magic of flowersIs the most ancient showOf care and admiration.With petals that towerFar above where they grow,One may expect another's adoration...
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My first real story I ever wrote-it is a few years old. It began as a dream-really, I woke up rather stunned...
WARNING: Mushiness :)
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Slave to selfReceives no help.Oppression in one's own nameDoes no more than abuse and maim.Chains fastened around ankles numb,No visitors will ever co..
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