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Softly love and to love softly
dew on the sycamore branch
by the creaking gate where my heart hurries afterward
through the path of wheat along the briar
to that stone under which I lie.
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Time is slipping from
my hands, such that...
She is calm and quiet,
filled with softly beating hearts...
A stuffy bar with women strewn
across the stools...
Crawling across the cement then
spindling from a web of...
That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...
Do you think the moon longs for the earth; longs
to kiss his rolling hills...
In the early hours of the morning
I am mourning...
I told them if I lose him too, I will die
Because these are the threads that bind me whole...
Is it worth the risk?
You can't lose what you don't have...
Written for a friend, whose son died in labor...
Be wary of assuming everyone thinks the same when you’ve only asked your friends.
My heart beats beneath your feet
I wish I could believe in heaven. What a gift it would be to believe I will see you again someday. And what a punishment it is feeling in my heart that I won't.
by Italian Stallion