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Poems Healing hands Life can be rough and you try to be tough but how can you when you don’t feel like your enough You wonder why you are still here wouldn’t it just be easier to disappear You question if you should just walk away after all you already halfway He begs me to...

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Picking up the trash I brush past you. You say: "mind the ice." I smile - a mental picture of my comic duck-walk. Halfway to the garage I hear your voice again, as if your throat were within mine. I feel your salty gravity as a presence dipped in my blood. At the sink, you kiss my cold fingers hum a song from ‘Frozen’, while stirring hash in...

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Unlike the sun that's too familiar with the east Each day certainly breeds a different beast For every other theme reveals a whole lot About the might of a single thought. There is but one truth of life we all chase: something that makes us whole. which starts with a simple thought One to be fiercely brave and bold. We all chase love,...

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Moonflower jaded dewy leaves surround night’s bloom~ phantasmic nightlamps ...

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I am not sure how this came to pass, for now, my life's blood is a poem written on a ever moving cloud. I have lived, roamed and dared, now I am rooted within a poem that is as long as the time I have left. I awake and die, revive and render the fat of my soul. until a silent clock strikes...

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Man of Music Life awoken by a rhythmic beat, Moving you on wings unseen, A start of a melody with no sound, Making the heart of the whole world sing, Soft notes weaving through your soul, A symphony from you streams, Gently strumming the strings of your heart, Music the ecstasy of your dreams, Each note setting fire to your being, An orchestra, a crescendo...

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“The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---" Cut, Cut Cut! What the 'H' are you talking about? ‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you gone mad, Max? ...

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You are the smile on my lip You are the verse on the paper I panick not to loose your number There will be no poetries anymore....

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birds of p a r a d i s e, lustrous flames g ...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Long herbaceous desert ...

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