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Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...
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C.
(2)
3 by Poet on the Piano
I delay the onset of the hurt
you unintentionally caused...
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To live again, I
will not come after dying for...
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Often daunting when you lie and try to go to sleep
Thoughts hidden in your mind, now will tend to...
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it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
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The horizon ahead is painted with gold.
Waves of fuchsia and lilac meet...
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Your eyes remind me of Jacó;
They seize me like the moon does the waves...
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Rabbit Hole:
Absolutely, nothing new...
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It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams...
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daggers for eyes staring right at me
yet somehow looking right through me...
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Creativity
Please don’t mind me...
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Randomly, I'll remember
bits and pieces of it...