I've lost myself,
within all that I found...
There once was a witch, who awoke every day, the...
And the first object she laid her eyes on was the...
Perhaps it was
the manner in which...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
Of all the cheating and the lies I hear everyday,
Of all the silent screams without the words to...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
Amaranth grows eagerly
throughout my...
Women who love too much
wear their heart on their sleeve...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...