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Ribbons from her wrist;
dip the bath, to amber still.
Stain her porcelain.
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There is a bird here,
calling back to her echoes;
terribly in love.
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The dry eyed man walked
with his chin held high.
He'd done his best, and
said his worst.
There he walked away,
away from the hearse.
Who it contained,
I do not know...
But whoever it was,
they sure got a show.
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Stricken by the yammer,
I decided to leave.
I'd rather be in 'The Slammer'
as he'd never drop to one knee'
I love you, I do,
but you must not pretend-
I am nothing, for you!
You know I don't contend!
So explain why you do this-
Why did I ever believe,
I could ever be your fair Miss?
Why couldn't YOU simply leave?
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Like a crowd of Roman folk,
they've collected in the rise of
chairs and desks for the day,
to approve and disapprove.
Ones kept a gape to his mouth
peering into a bar of light on the ceiling;
the turkey student.
Another leans her knowledge
heavy head on her hand;
marching through the mind numbing
pages of her psychology book,
looking about the room
to see who is more than likely
to be the one that suddenly
pulls a gun and starts shooting-
probably the one intently listening
in the back, obviously woken
by the rush of lateness;
the ones who smile
are the ones who frown most.
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As sweepy wind blew
against my door,
A sudden ghostly chill began
to sweep the floor.
Wrapping the table leg,
I watched as it climbed;
whipping my candles flame,
I heard its whispered plea.
Rest your mind dear boy,
the pen has become weary.
Allow yourself one nights final wink,
before you become dreary.
She is all I dream of
and I write to forget her.
Rest will not put my mind at ease,
nor my heart will it please.
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Let go.
Just let go.
It's okay, there is no shame.
This is no show, this is no game.
This is life.
It's okay to fail,
just remember to
never doubt your ability
of getting back up.
Roll with the punches,
roll with the hooks.
Grab yourself a pan!
Think yourself a cook!
Do what you can!
Do what you may!
Never let anyone tell you
this isn't your day!
GET UP! GET UP!
DON'T SLEEP!
ONLY REST!
CARPE DIEM!!!
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