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How can I force, how can I wake...
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He's the kind of person
who would play the victim...
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The look of defeat upon my daughter's face
was enough to make my inner slumbering...
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I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...
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My final card
I laydown...
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From a distance you can see the light
Shining above her head so bright...
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She is an unplayed instrument:
a concubine at the west wing...
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12/02/2017
My eyes searched for something bright...
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*Authors note: like a pendulum, this poem should...
from the twelfth strike to the first and then back...
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For every tiny footstep,
That you never got to take...
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Shall I compare thee to a page of old...
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The landscape lay cracked and parched,
Heat still lays beneath the dust, but...