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i think i still love you...
Her poetry squeaks:
it is hate...
War, I rearranged your letters,
And I found out...
Caught within a memory, the world continues on
it's mad rush headlong to oblivion, yet I am...
When you join this life
you volunteer...
Lazy sunshine
rains upon the...
These words are too hungry
for my soul's peace...
Its almost one a.m
mother...
My eyelashes are burdened
by the morning dewdrops; a...
Astute and aware, he stood
glaring at the morning sun, like...
I reel in a scent of brine,
for a spell of time, and time again...
While standing all day
I feel the weight on my feet...