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It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...
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A raccoon waking through the door.
And stepped onto the hard wooden floor...
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a tsunami of
hope and fear Crush down on the...
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Daffodils mingle
as trees prepare to blossom...
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I saw the moon
the other day...
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thoughts stand behind forts,
so tall that they forgot what a...
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She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...
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It's not your OCD
when you like things...
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Under a moonless cloud
You shift along my spine...
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These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...
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Cold tough chiseled rock
yet when cracked a beautiful...
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The World is
a handful of colors...