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As the slow servile pastCreeps on our backsI will speak a tale or twoSome hopeless narrative that shootsSome fervor into our spiritsYour timidness won..
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When you left, the darkest of voidsswalloed me inLike the passed down succulentsfrom the centuries beyond our reachI fathom your equalvocalityOnce and..
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There is a new road leading to a new cityWith red leaves from Decemberrambled in the candid truths of timebranches of tempting strugglesthat grips tim..
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In the depth of the nightCloaked in silence, Words visit meThere is a strange sense of anticipationin this hour of darkness.I am blown awayby the idio..
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In the world of far fetched thoughtsYou are an algorithm of togethernessOf Pain and joyor Richness and PovertyYou are like a Mandarin expressionWith r..
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Every word that I have written so farhas been a mirror story of usa cosmic map, that travels to youMy lost treasure of the youthThats how i trace you,..
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My morning tea, todaytasted infuriating saltI tasted it again,to find the ash of your memory.How strangely has it enteredmy room again.The strainer ca..
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The Vicious Circle.....of...you will know what......
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Dear poet, within meDo not lose tomorrow’s eyesDon’t churn too much beneathYour stranger skies,tides of love and lossRe-rise to explorethe..
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Here, take a look at me, edifythis is who I have becomeafter seven seasons of betrayalI stench, like the cold ash.Alive, breathing in a heapas if thro..
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