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12th November, 2015.
I am a writer who...
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Open hands release
French white doves into the path...
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Such a beautiful night
The still quiet void...
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The day mourned as if every tree base
was a rueful cry that became softened...
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Smoldering words fall from vacant lips
Each syllable curling around my heart...
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" And my life ends, ends my pride and glory
In the drafts I am not, not a line nor a...
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And tomorrow, should the Sun refuse to rise
in the darkness my heart will find the path...
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Last Spring
Pink satin ribbons...
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You carved our names in paper -
And...
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You were a song written within the shadows
Brought to life daily, with your sweet libretto...
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I wake up in this skin of mine
and I'm deeply saddened...
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Serenity's Unshed Tear
Serenity's silent longings...