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Though wind blows summer from my memory, Elevates...
As surely as the moon comes rising, and just as...
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A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try...
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You're one of those
really good men...
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Shall I carry thee to the car to sit?
Thou art heavy and thou weigh mine wrists down...
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We were so young,
with our minds so clear and simple...
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Midway the slope
where two clandestine faults seem to collide...
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Tucked away safely
within a closet...
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Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...
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Baby girl don't you know you're no surgeon...
You can't play your body like operation...
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Pages upon pages of spattered ink
my heart hears nothing, yet feels...
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Open hands release
French white doves into the path...
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Lonely days, followed by long nights.
The darkness is consuming...