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Sculptor Auguste Rodin with two hands* once did begin Placing then in parallel an allegory therein does dwel! ...

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. Their thug chained mine whilst through storm's ...

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Early Poems XX These are my early poems or juvenilia. Paradise by Michael R. Burch, age 15 There’s a sparkling stream And clear blue lake A home to beaver, Duck and drake Where the waters flow And the winds are soft And the sky is full Of birds aloft Where the long grass waves In the gentle breeze And the setting sun Is a pure cerise Where the gentle deer Though...

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The last page of my notebook was filled today. One last scratch on its timeless pages reads: watermelon radish spicy water dinosaur kale dragonfruit (?) pepitas all scrawled in a quick, cursive hand & I fell in love with her all over again....

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EARLY POEMS XX Cameo by Michael R. Burch Breathe upon me the breath of life; gaze upon me with sardonyx eyes. Here, where times flies in the absence of light, all ecstasies are intimations of night. Hold me tonight in the spell I have cast; promise what cannot be given. Show me the stairway to heaven. Jacob's-ladder grows all around us; Jacob's ladder was fashioned of onyx. So...

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Admittedly Fable was intriguing; I heard the bell of her final round ring; Suddenly her control began to pull, The vampire would never make this simple; It felt like I had a sort of compass to everyone in this small radius; Tourists were who she had just targeted it was imperative I get started; I...

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It’s very hard for someone to define exactly what a woman is, for there are things today that cause folks to decline from speaking out about the sex more “fair.” More women show impartiality more often than do men - a proven fact, while men are prone more to brutality, but with compassion girls more often act. The feminists will hate this, but...

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living in our CRYSTALISED BASIC SPACE VCR ISLANDS recording lying times ANGELS CHAINED to FICTION SUNSET happiness ON HOLD SAY SOMETHING LOVING I DARE YOU OUR SONG just A VIOLENT NOISE SWEPT AWAY by your PERFORMANCE TEST ME as your LIPS UNFOLD TRY and TEST ME SWEPT AWAY by the TIDES of a REPLICA me...

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A decidedly good morning, Risen upon the land—yet— More risen are the eyes and the Lips that plan to speak blessed things Mustering out a smile From a despondent stranger, As they return the favor With a gracious compliment City life bustling in joyous Productivity—lighthearted humor Inspiriting the pleasers And complainers alike Daylight lapsing—pulling shadows, Making way for Memorable evenings, Dowsed in hospitable company 2.20.20 Note: Something a...

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wealth ain't luxury - jolting joy: callous confetti crimson coils kleptomaniac feelings kindled blitzkrieg blaze, la-de-da nimble wealth's everything but comfort: salient sanity sucking nasty nectar voluptuous zeal hoists hankering taunted ton gores new labyrinth wealth suffers moistened malady: cruising complications birthed sumptuous sanity's wreck wields foiled fortune tactic turn, oddities commune wealth is not often what it's called it's a silhouette mis'ry sprawls. '20:06:13:10:53 Note: of wanky wealth....

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Love, Love is more than just the ordinary extraordinary, doesn't hold it's clue I want to pierce your skin, lay claim to my love, wrap my mouth upon your nipples as I unravel the fishnets on your legs, bite down upon your skin and penetrate deep inside your wet and warming forest. I want my love to be...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XX IF you pull a long-haughty face Some would not your game play What irks you most is not their voice But runs they chalk up during volley If you then pull this long face With those in the same métier Beware some might your castle raze Out of a need to debunk the phoney Yet...

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IF ever I had a country : XIX - XX XIX If ever I had a country And if ever I were the...

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The Awaited XX I don’t know whether you are on earth yet But I know you will arise from an egg Where you will be selected among others Awaiting a headed-tail to hit you Where we will meet How we will meet I am not aware of it yet But I know we will surely meet Whether you are fair, black or without color Are...

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