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 I want to feel your heavy, silent noise I want to hold the everything void that is you I want to become your dream, your angel And turn the... [read more] |
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I think that I could learn to love you I think that I could learn to love I think that I could learn to I think that I could learn I think t... [read more] |
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It really feels right to hate you You’ve never shown me kindness Never shown me love You’re never here when I need you I can’t be there for... [read more] |
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I think that I could love autumn I could love the arabesques of yellow I could love the flaming pirouettes of orange I could even love the c... [read more] |
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Leaves reach their color shortly before they die They are like you You had only found your color When it faded away And though you’ve gone Y... [read more] |
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In winter the world is a blank page The ground is white The sky sunless and gray Gradations of empty color Layers of nothing one atop anothe... [read more] |
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In your eyes I see all that ever was, all that should be, and all that will Life’s enigma is solved Everything is blue [read more] |
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I long to be longed for I dream of being dreamt about I’ve never known love Or anyone like you [read more] |
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I wish I could create the brilliance of your mind I wish I could create the beauty you create I wish I could feel what you feel I wish I cou... [read more] |
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I woke up smelling kerosene I was feeling very liquid I wanted to be anywhere else I wanted to get back on the road I wanted to open my mind... [read more] |
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They’re not very pretty These wings I’ve grown They’re flawed Too small Too cumbersome There’s some kind of blemish On one of them I flap t... [read more] |
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What could change the color of the sea but the sun? At sunset, the sea is alive with impressionistic colors It becomes a mirror and reflects... [read more] |
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The stars drift through space Like flakes of dust Dancing in a ray of sunlight Through a gap In a worn window blind [read more] |
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The Nazis would have killed their own God They would have filled his holy lungs with death Made soap with his fat Lamp shades with his skin... [read more] |
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A gentle rain falls on the surface of the giant placid puddle. The puddle is glazed lightly with swirls of motor oil. ... [read more] |