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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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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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Letting GoA Poem by TanviYearning, Loss, and the Bittersweet Release of Letting Go |
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Yearning in ShadowsA Poem by Tanvia bittersweet beauty hiding within heartache's embrace. |
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A Motherless ChildA Story by SparksInTheNightWhy did they take her from me? Why did they put me in this strange place where everything is so big and shiny and I'm surrounded by all these strange .. |
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