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I never heard her voice, still it sounds to me
like...
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By Ben Pickard and Maple Tree
A small acorn, from my nature soul...
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I whisper thoughts
while my coffee goes cold...
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Verse of a poem
Adorned with synonyms of love...
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I'm going to build a world around you,
Already! one has begun...
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My mind knows what it wants to say
But my mouth won't make the sound...
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She was born an innocent
with ivory cheeks, button nose...
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Monsters come in all shapes and sizes,
So many faces, So many guises...
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Rain mists onto a moonlit asphalt path
twisting through silhouetted trunks...
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If you must go,
remember to sparkle...
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He is a man of no integrity
promoting violence, supporting hate crimes...
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Friendship to me is
Having someone’s back...