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What is this illness I see?This misdemeanor so often committed,Of touching not feeling.Moments once felt with passion, with aweNow barely touched with..
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It's not you,I promise.Blame it on these wings I have grown.Almost full length,Magnificent but melancholy.
This nest I love seems crowded now.It's no..
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Once again, I stumble to and fro
Even though
I only had one.
I'm such a fool, not
Cool enough to raid your
Liquor cabinet for the buzz,
Cuz I h..
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I love you.See how the sunflower leansTo the sun that emanates warmth,Nurturing rays.Your love is unfathomable,I cannot wholly emulate.Your hands are ..
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Falling in love is sweet,Cherry blossoms and tied-bow neat.Zealous hands that meet with purpose...To complete the round of applauseFor these two lover..
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America runs on the idea of individualism, freedom for its citizens. However, what does this mean for a culture? Individualism, as seen in any student..
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What cynicism I holdFor my true loves,My only eligibles.What seed was plantedSo fervently within meThat I only view them Through scornful lens?I pray,..
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In the very wake of prominence,of opportunity,Life seems to do nothing--But to daunt.Unconscious joys would flood, rainwater on an already satiated fi..
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My stomach is churning,
the
Butterflies have formed a rebellion.
Invited, I drive to his house,
Although I hold no interest in his proposal of
ro..
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The alarm's crude yell
disrupts my escape from reality.
I've been cheated, betrayed by time's
Fast climb to consciousness.
No light peeks from win..
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