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Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...
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Tick, tick, tick, goes the tapping of fingertips;
As the 3PM bomb approaches sweet climax...
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Once I had a secret,
had a secret and impaled...
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You speak to me a language
My ears don't understand...
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Shatter my silence within the four walls of mind,
For sepia images of you have become intertwined...
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Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...
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In the back of the room, on top of a shelf, sits a...
Take them out, just one by one, and each will tell...
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I think I'm standing in a garden at night
The distant stars provide the only light...
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Paint a picture upon this canvas
Sign your name behind its surface...
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Trijan Refrain...
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How can I describe,
All of these emotions...
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I pondered,
o'er dearest Abigail...