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The rain is falling outside
Soft drops of rain are gently cleansing the earth...
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You told me again
and again...
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Quiet messages weave
between two eyes...
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Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...
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you drape wings
with the petals of...
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we weave words
like tangles of fragile threads...
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My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...
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Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
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Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...
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Love and pain,
Ever connected as...
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There comes a time in
every humans life where...
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i
never...