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My typewriter is my instrument.
Hear me banging furiously...
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The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...
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Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...
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Like a moth to a flame, I flew too close to your...
And before I felt the pain, the damage was done...
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I’ve been told many myths
about death...
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you take in
one big breath...
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If my heart was a rose
Would it be as black as the ashes of your love...
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With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...
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For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...
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Ticking seconds ticking fast
Leaves comfortable sameness in The Past...
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I let the rain massage my shoulders,
untying the knots in my back...
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Whenever she bakes, I'm reminded of
home...