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 You said you don’t know me That you didn’t know what you thought Quit using, us, and we or any of these terms What doesn’t matter to me... [read more] |
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While I searched for her face fleeting glimpse's into others eyes they somehow know if they look into mine that all is not well As anothe... [read more] |
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You know I've written a zillion lines about you died a thousand slow deaths the past six months cried out your name with the night and da... [read more] |
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Your voice, shakes my mind to attention Coming through the phone Crystal clear, “Hello there” “I miss you”…”I love you” “You are not alo... [read more] |
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Quiet serenity echoes the night Three in the morning And all is well In The Poets Harbor Words flow while I dream of a distant ship name... [read more] |
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“Just one day is forty nine dollars and ninety five cents” He vaguely heard the clerk say, “Room one thirty nine, down the hall to the rig... [read more] |
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Rhythms of visions dance around in the heart Visions of one dancer where once were two after love has fallen apart The music melody is fa... [read more] |
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I miss, your smile the smell of your perfume the stars from your bedroom window dancing with the moon I miss your breast in my back as w... [read more] |
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Have you ever seen a falling star just as you looked up at the sky and you didn't know why as it was picture perfect or gazed upon a childs... [read more] |
 I Believe in Dreams As I look out into the night, across the sky In addition, think about you, and I wonder why. Why you have to be s... [read more] |
 Between the loving and the pain, ... [read more] |
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"wake up baby, c'mon and take a look outside," > she said, "there's a full moon shining in the morning light > ... [read more] |
 You`ll no longer measure my life In your yard stick I am well above your space. My ignorance closes behind me Like th doors to hell. I see m... [read more] |
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I lean on my spear, hold it with trained hands Stand on one leg, admire my lion mane, I whistle my tunes to my `stock of pride As they... [read more] |
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A village snuffed asleep. Night silence Slapping on the face of stars. A boy sleeps behind the cowshed, Lying next is his pet dog On vigil... [read more] |