Misc. Poems
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how small would You like me to be
small enough to fit in Your palms... -
walking on moss that is wet in any season we think...
someone reading something while someone else... -
Left the cage ajar
to free her but she returned... -
You, my creation, my art,
you... -
If I ask
the colour of your eyes... -
Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space... -
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The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion... -
Each time it happens
And it happens a lot... -
to Misty Flowers
Your birthday is when beauty is born... -
If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead... -
Accepting you own
means recognition of the... -
How green the mortal
for the undying garden...