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I build a homeA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..It wasn't for you that I lit the beacons but when you answered for you they continued to burn. I did not open the gates upon your arriv.. |
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In the rose garden, I planted our loveA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..In the rose garden I planted our love One by one it took over the roses asserting its dominance Little by little A sickness.. |
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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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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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SolitudeA Poem by akoy_hiyasThe poem describes the speaker as a strong and independent person who is always willing to lend a helping hand to others. The poem explores the dualit.. |
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And Nothing Moves But TimeA Poem by Christian MeffertLost in thoughts, all alone |
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A Dry Slice of FearA Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..I decide to visit the old daysthat gave me the purest smileinstead of the cursed constellations.I find a dry slice of fearso that I can learn to love .. |
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