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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...
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Fields of dew speckled greenery lay ahead;
soft, flowing, sweet smelling beds of grass...
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I long to become the silhouette
of the constellation that I gaze upon...
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So much to say to you
yet I can't...
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I cannot waste this opportunity...