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Achilles' heelA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When I lit the fire and forged the steelwho could have foreseen how it would shapethis war of mine?You saw a quiver in my hands, hidden under two fist.. |
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The sun is dyingA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..The sun is dyingand I haven't saved up enough lightMy shelter is filled with rows ofbottled rays, stored pieces of shimmering whiteEnough to last me a.. |
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An empty cageA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I am outside the door, peering in but I don't knock; I don't want to wake the past. I am outside the door, but I'm not on the outside; I'm .. |
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I had no bodyA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I had no body; no shape described me. I was confined by loneliness, but I was free. Floating in the sky I could see a light; so bright but .. |
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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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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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Home is where the blue livesA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I can't go home.He says: "Why don't you justgo home for the day?" but home is wherethe blue lives.As blue does, as the ocean may:it suffocates.Though .. |
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