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Light glance, as Cupid's heart dart dance, portray Open heart: all’s all, each part of each.’ undo depression.
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The dawn's thin part of pattern webs which spin out from the past and not from future fate, and may Time mime, itself anticipate ? Can far
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N early bare, Mother Nature shakes O ff the last of her summer jewels.
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None seeks sense or defence when hearts sincere
Own not but share emotions crystal clear.
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Reading, writing, - ideas interlink
Year after year: - ‘I am, therefore I think.’
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QUestions pulsed, expulsed, as spirit courts extra dimensions altogether keyed. Used, not abused, creative energy extends emotions to eter
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Uncertain lies the frown that bears the head
No light, no flight, and no delight ahead...
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Each has an overwhelming need to give and to receive,
Decide with me, soon we shall see soul, body, interweave.
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The words my thoughts convey through the keyboard are
Heralded through the vocal cords of my throat.
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Being with you gets me in a way that I never thought it would Reckless, careless, crying out in much pain to this world
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Poetry is metamorphosis of heart and mind combined - Emotions surge to urge osmosis, to merge what ‘chance’ can find
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Errors through experience are cured rewarding travel's travails, rest assured. Rise beyond brakes, from self-inflicted tomb, break out and
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BE one with all, let all be one with thee,
find self through self forgot, attaining harmony.
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Vexen, the chilly academic
Enlightened to find a cure for any epidemic
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No fencing, self-defencing masks men need -
Serenity on openness must feed.
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An agile mind with humour well combined
must tolerance embrace, contentment find...
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Vice seeks through conquest what within it fears,
Empty verses echo loveless tears...
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Yet none deny perfection's rhyming dance,
NEar, far, the same are, wor[l]ds unfold, advance.
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Rose knows not that its scent is present sent by doom,
Stage gauging, paging age, then stage of pageless gloom ...
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Minute more is minute minus [s]tress -
Every moment leaves Man’s little less...
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Necks thrust through Time's noose, loose ends, harsh Past
End of Days Present, Future b[l]ind - die cast.
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Facts dry may well define a rose,
Yet can its scent pour through poor prose ?
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Time’s bet at last is cast - who’ll win once all is said ?
Ecosystems are in jeopardy. Democracy ? – its own worst enemy.
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O ngoing fixation with opiates, V isibly increasing each day.
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Fling By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
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Missing all the attributes of you
All the laughter and joy too
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Encapsulation through a structure tight turns a phrase avoiding overkill, or temperature tests as censured will Nature, Man, describe, in t
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