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Life spins on a carousel of shadows and stars,
A mystic ball that clothes us in dance steps, with them.
The tango of fate steals us into...

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We are the people of a new era, with patchwork hearts and longings in craters,
The generation of bold dreams sketched on shards of fallen stars.
Let...

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In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul,
Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks.
In verses,...

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I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.

I corrected hazy, crazy...

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Through the prism of the soul, a mysterious alliance of reflections is bound,
Pieced together from shards of worlds lost under bare soles.
Streams of betrayal trickle...

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Asleep in the bottom drawer
A place I now call home
I hear a voice call my name
"Sockie, Sockie" where are you 

I am here
I seem to...

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Quote: Do you ever wonder why we build castles in the air?  Perhaps, it's to soften the blow of a harsh world that never...

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"Come," whispers a friend, with a grin sly and svelte,
"To the realm where the grandest of marbles do melt.
Take this ticket, no charge, it's a...

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On the Hidden Paths of the Soul
Perhaps she once understood everything
That I, only now, have taught myself to decipher -
Moving away, as far from this...

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I see you flinch, but the universe spins without aid,
Beloved, our world dances in circles, yet we anchor in place.
You forget the shadow and the...

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In scarce a week the place began to weave 
A weird fascination upon me, 
Nigh hard to bear, harder still to believe, 
I felt as...

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I

As things do return home like a refrain, 
On way back from a country tour were we,
A leisurely long trip—my kin and me, 
And met...

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Way down deep in the cushiness of the Germany forest
There is a mystical dwelling built by U.M. Borest.
Some of the oldest oaks are fully aware...

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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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I dispatched my poem, a suave projectile on a precise trajectory,
Through the vast azure, through the unwritten infinity unfolding its mysteries,
Do not dare to await...

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