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I.
I am wearing headphones without listening to a...
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The mist of my breath disappears
Into the darkness of a November night...
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I know your kind...
The socially inept...
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Delicate buds will never bloom
roots too young to stand alone...
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Day fades to hues of dusky pinks
over mountains where shadows deep...
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You, who trudges by the wearied
path, do you not know of...
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My child, you say you love my rain -
you praise the pitter-patter that soothes your...
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In every winter you pass by
to interrupt the silence of my...
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Not a poem. Just something I needed to write and...
No need to comment or rate or read, actually...
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Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...
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Father,
Today I was emigrated to another...
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I am the night sky that can be heard
in a dark tunnel of a past that haunts...