Misc. Poems
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As I learned the taste of warmth again
you come out of sudden striking like lightening... -
This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling... -
with soft yearning, i shall write of you tonight.
the skies simmering away the stars might have... -
When a long novel
is signed in misfortune... -
This morning, I listened to smooth jazz
in your honor, urging the saxophone... -
Dried,
and crushed into rage... -
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True, writing poems
doesn't mean I'm a poet... -
I wonder if death
takes us to the sun... -
i was not taught to be gentle;
the whirling winds outside... -
you cup soft breath in your palms,
offering it to the stars as an exchange... -
Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting... -
The gales howled down
out of my house...
