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Don't read;
feel the words. They weep...
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Dying inch by inch
to catch you between the poems...
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I will have to live without you someday;
I need to come to terms with that...
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One day I'll wake up from
a deep sound sleep, stretch in my bed...
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My love for you burns bright
A hunger I can never satisfy...
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Empty
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1 by Guilty By Design
What terrifies me most
Isn’t dying alone...
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Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...
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Each figure is silence
shrivelled...
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Sun glows through curtains,
coffee is bitter heaven...
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Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall...
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On the fringes of awareness is where greatness...
Many great moments of inspiration are quickly lost...
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speech of a term is speech of a speech
speech is speech of a speech...