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There's something nostalgic about
dimly-lit roads and faded footpaths...
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Red:
for the excruciating pain that you caused my young...
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In February,
there is tenderness in the air...
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A mist hangs heavy over the mountains
shrouding trees with a shifting mist of white...
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From his inside pocket,
he takes out a smile...
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You taught me of fire,
mimicking its fury with limbs aloft...
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I watch you play in the garden of time
idling between the gaps of years...
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My brushes moved in patterns
of colorless strokes against the...
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I am pregnant with different people...
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Every word captivated your heart
Your insecurities banished...
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I remember
we were selfless, innocent...
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Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg...