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Purple, the color of endingsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..You told me purple was the color of dreams; of sweet flowers and sweeter berries, of wild butterflies, of love in autumn, of you and me; b.. |
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She looks for homeA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..She looks up at the stars, where she looks for home. I feel the earth beneath my feet, the dirt between my toes, dig for answers; find on.. |
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She comes back so quietlyA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..She comes back so quietly. My mind holds her like a mother holds her child, sways her lightly from one memory to another; and she forgets to.. |
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By the dockA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..You think you'll get what you deserve, if you're patient and well-behaved. You crave the wild ocean, the life beyond the horizon, the depths .. |
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I wasn't ready for the fallA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Autumn comes too soon. Every September, I climb the trees and I clutch the leaves by their stems; hold on tight. I'm not ready for the fa.. |
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Parasitic bloomsA Poem by Yvonne DareI am a violent being I am vicious despite best efforts I have created pain unabashedly I have kissed limp palms Still warm to the touch I have .. |
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Ocean of TearsA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock... ' ' |
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Open soresA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock... |
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Where there's a wolfA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we.. |
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The cruelest monthA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Which is the cruelest month?Is it the one that buries the landunder a burning red; the month that calls itbeauty when it bares the trees and feedsoff .. |
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