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To whom do I write this poem about?
To which recipient do I send it to...
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Heat, she felt
as his fingers traced...
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Tucked in tight to slumber deep
In the cover of darkness death does creep...
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Cats!
Balls of fun...
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Through a lashed curtain
I visualised two doors...
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Portrait of
Half an...
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Every morning,
every night...
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O my soulmate, my sweetest friend,
arise from your grave and enter my dreams...
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There you lay,
peaceful and quiet for now...
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In the night, when all is quiet-
There appears a curious sight...
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It ignored me
carried on with its own monotonous existence...
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May the people see the light in your eyes,
How much they illuminate our hearts...