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in this apartment left empty now
many voices gather to find reflection
on the white walls staring severely
from where harlequin posters stood,
on the shelves that in the guard robe
have no more the wisdom of book...
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Sweet moon
cuddle me gently in your light tonight;
may your petals fall on the shivering lake
and be a pillow for my troubled eyes;
may the scents of the sleeping flowers
give a shelter to my exhaled fears.
The da...
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he saw her on the tram on his way home
he was heated by memories that sped him up
to ride on a way that would be far from hers;
yet he slowed to see the windows of the tram
as with all the trams he has always passed by
...
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they say that the eyes are the window of the soul
and they had a solid point, but it can go further
it is that maybe that the soul is projected in the eyes
that the colours that they see the world through
is the landscape ...
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I
remember mother
when i asked you for
sorriso bacino e carezza
after i had done something wrong
and your face was turned away from me_
i was then frightened
the future was withdrawn from me
without your sight to point for s...
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The grey and black turn to clear.
The clear falls, scattering and morphing as it does.
It lands and changes color.
It can become anything it wants.
In one place it turns red and pink.
In another place, green.
It adds a certain...
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Your beauty is like a fire. Radiating with warmth and light. Crackling with sounds of joy and laughter. It brings me a sense of peace when I’m near you. You are the fire to my life in a world that is cold and dark.
James Dic...
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If to think of you is a crime
Than a life sentence I should serve
For I am guilty as charged
If to hold you is a sin
Than every morning I wake
Forgiveness I shall ask for
If poison was your kiss
Than a dead man I should be
...
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This world
Was created when
Two others collided.
Creating a feathery mess of fire
As angles burned their wings
And learned the love in hate.
As demons came along
And saw the pain in beauty.
We are the outcome of a disaster...
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Erupt,
like booming thunder.
Roar,
with all that the light gave you.
Do not touch,
a single soul
And know
You scare more
Then the bolt itself
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The window
is open.
The air smells,
Of lavender.
No,
Of lilacs.
Your favorite flowers,
Were lilacs.
That's why,
we planted them.
You loved them.
It seams ,
As though everything,
In here,
Becomes you
somehow.
I can't...
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The walls,
Are closing in.
This room,
is shrinking.
The air,
is thinning.
The life,
is dying.
My heart,
is breaking.
And I,
am lonely.
....
I keep my window,
open.
I let the air,
sing.
I watch others,
from a ...
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Here I am
Sitting in the corner of this prison cell
Wondering what time is it already?
For I don't have a clue
I haven't heard the tick of a clock for so long
Nor I haven't seen one.
How many years has it been?
I couldn't recal...
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Words are complicated.
often I find myself wanting to explain,
The troubles I'm going through,
The troubles your a part of.
I often want to understand,
I often want to explain,
What it is you do to me.
But all I manage,
Is a ...
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At the center of my being a soul wrapped in precious time I am grateful to know the gift of life is spirit that matters in the dust of starts I am in the middle that never stops giving
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