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    The sun rises Slowly, A long, gentle kiss. Th earth savors this, Taking one last Sip of her love Before the daily farewell. As they part, She graces us all with Her glorious warmth We are the envy of the Earth. His sorrow grows With each passing second. As she reaches her zenith...
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    Focus is a far-off, foreign concept. Idleness is the plague, Causing me to burn That which was once My soul's sole shelter. Without this outlet, I'm set to self-destruct. I'm f*****. My eloquence is dead. Gone. Its assured return, Masquerading as consolation, Soothes not my aching so...
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    Inspiration. Hidden collaboration. The sender, unaware. The receiver, eternally grateful. Silently sparking synaptic activity, it flows, illuminating the darkest reaches of my mind. Its light burns on, setting fire to the cobwebs in my mind. Ideas spring forth, breaking the cha...
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    Her art reminds me of my soul. A scattered mess of competing forces. Plagued by beautiful indecision. “Mosaic” is too delicate a term. My soul is more rough-cut. And that term implies harmony. Any onlooker can see the joy and pain the hopeless strain battling behind my bloodshot eye...
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    Mosaic is too delicate a term. It implies harmony. In truth, my transient heart And scattered soul can be Better described as having The quality of beautiful disunity. This stunningly chaotic tempest I refer to as my mind Parallels the simple beauty of the truth. The inevitability of ent...
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    I quit doing math when I found out I couldn't quantify beauty. I guess I can make a feeble attempt at qualifying it, however. Beauty is the duality of the things we love and hate. The inexplicable power of the things that make us weak in the knees. Those subtle profundities that ...
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    I return to the scene Where I first saw your face, And it makes me long For your warm embrace. Your name I am not privy to. ('twould be a joy to know.) for I'm madly in love with you, attracted to you so. Your red hair's sultry fire has burned into my brain a feeling of desire that I ...
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    Emotion unchained, Unbound to rhythm or rhyme, Drifting freely through the air, Tied only to my soul. This liberated essence Scurries across your eardrum, diving into your heart, touching you. Its warmth invigorates. Your spirit energized by that which a few seconds ago was trapped i...
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    Anticipation. Hell is this lingering moment. Stunted lung capacity. Respiration crippled by Trepidation's ripples. They crawl up my spine, seizing my breath before scurrying off. Into the abyss. Their goal accomplished, I cling to life, In this moment. Frozen....
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    Don't play with my heart, little girl I can't take you where you've been. At one time you were my world, and now you want back in. You got a man that treats you right but you're not satisfied. You had to steal my heart tonight, if only for your pride. A burning need to feel wanted has f...
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    My brain laments its state. As it aches, it pulsates. Trapped inside these walls, This skull, This pressure-cooker. Each eye a balloon, filled to the limit yet refusing to burst. This pressure unbearable. Begging it to stop banging my head against a wall all to no avail. It persist...
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    Her eyes sought solace in mine, unable to hide her fears. They naught but a cold stare did find, as they welled up with tears. In the moment it had lingered there, her heart my gaze had broken, as floated to her through the air these words I'd not yet spoken. Silent did their utterance c...
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    My metamorphic heart's true colors are shown unto these pages. Some of these hues could not be duller. In some a great fire rages. While by this action I become impassioned rivaled not by anything on earth by inspiration, yet, my joy is rationed, and sorrow finds me when there is a dearth. ...
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    Much too easy to be real, It's too good to be true This complacence that I feel about what we've been through. No more burdened by your pain, it seemed a weight had been lifted, but the truth is much too plain that it's only been shifted. This stress is crushing you. What can I do to re...

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