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 The sun descended below the horizon. The powers of darkness has set in. A gentle breeze has found it's way through an opened window. Whis... [read more] |
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I fought the curse Went from bad to worse I can’t escape So death is my fate I sit in the rain, For little gain, I rip out my mane, In this... [read more] |
 Sweet was the flesh of my tongue Like the forbidden fruit Hanging lusciously on some tall bough. Like the serpent to eve, i tell her, ``Eat... [read more] |
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The sun lies low adjacent to our breasts Feel its hallowed breath pulsating In our armpits like fanned veins. Though we wind around some cir... [read more] |
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Tired eyes Sleepless nights Hateful thought In my head Laying silent In my bed Quiet times I treasure these Wind blown trees Break my sile... [read more] |
 o mon froggie each of your curves is a wave in the ocean of pleasure that leave me tossing and turning with the excitement of motion and jo... [read more] |
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a couple beers and you are beyond reproach the brown suds have taken me to april 14, 2001 the beer and the fireplace ramble through romant... [read more] |
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turning the lights off and letting the fireplace flicker to dream to grasp at the imagined bliss of your kiss the poetry of two mouths dan... [read more] |
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filling your thoughts with intimate connotations setting a hair trigger that can be stimulate with the smell of the breeze on an island i... [read more] |
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What do you like most about school? The teaching? The learning? The reading? The yearning? Arithmetic Or art? How about English? That's a st... [read more] |
 You begged to see me this morning. As if seeing me would make the hurt go away Only made it worse didn't it? You had hoped to see something... [read more] |
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Splitting image in a mirror Judged by both inner and exterior Out side happy with no pain attached Inside a hole door closed and latched Loc... [read more] |
 ومتي تهنت عيني وقمرة ليل عاكس من ضوى شمسك من الكمات وهذا يا شقى قلبي هوى النسمات يغسل جرحي العتب و يرفع الهامات أذا صفى ضنون الروح مثل ل... [read more] |
 Let the remaining years of my life Be "measured in coffee spoons" Let time not wring a heavy heart Let the aroma not stir memories Let not S... [read more] |
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She molds the fabric of her soul into--- artistic creations. Thus,sharing for all to view. Instrument assisted hands, she reveals the sensi... [read more] |