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the hands quiver when it comes to
penning you a garland of poems...
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spring's bluebells
carpet the...
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There are times in life
Where it throws you a curve ball...
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<<One should know of the illustrated book: "The...
They sounded so ostentatiously strong...
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i wanted to be a snail
to hide comfortably in my shell...
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Isn’t it strange
how time can twist and change...
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soften your gaze, i beg you; i know why you’re
here with fists still trembling, and your heart...
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i am but first –
a soft yearning for something warmer...
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The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...
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I thought
long ago, that rivers...
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with sharp wings
it flames through...
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She called for the wind
so the wildflowers...