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 PERPENDICULAR IN PARTICULAR DOESN'T MAKE TOO MUCH SENSE DOESN'T MEAN THAT I'M DENSE CAN'T SAY IT'S TOO INTENSE PERPENDICULAR IN PARTICULAR J... [read more] |
 Free from expectations A creature arrives, full of wonder Trusting explanations Icy hearts will not blunder Must be among the missing ... [read more] |
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You, too, love photographs of beautiful sparkling stars, their light waves arrayed in radiant glory among the vast galaxies. You, too, love... [read more] |
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Quite often, I allow my memory to wax nostalgic (range and reach) to put me back in time: my college dormitory (and this is fact and n... [read more] |
 She took my heart, and held it gently, promising to hold it close. She took my heart, and held it lovingly, promising never to let it go.... [read more] |
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Send me to bed, darling. Send me off to dream of loving you. Talk sweetly to me, speak of loving me, so I can dream of you. Whisper sweet... [read more] |
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I've set aside my hopes, my dreams, and put you first. I cater to your every need, and sometimes, your every whim. I dutifully fulfill all... [read more] |
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I awoke, in the grayness of dawn, and I was alone, you had gone. I was alone with the memories of deep conversations, deep love making, foll... [read more] |
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In the glow, the heavenly white aura of daylight, her brown curls turn golden, the side-swell of her breast is highlighted. In the glow, th... [read more] |
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Follow the lines, Follow the curves, the hills, the valleys. Follow closely with the eyes, Take note of every nuance, every contour along t... [read more] |
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The taste of your lips sting me, where it once invigorated me. That sweetness, I thought to be love, has turned sour, spoiling the hint of l... [read more] |
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In the early morning, the scents of nature flaring my nostrils, filling my lungs, I saw an image... Not quite sure what, but I swore it... [read more] |
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"This is love" the wind whispers, as it passes through the window, and waves through the curtains. "This is love" so says the wind, in the... [read more] |
 Dimly lit lounge on the ship attempting to leave Helsinki a bit of reindeer in my tummy and some beer in my liver Ship... [read more] |
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When muses don’t call and vision clogs up the poet is stopped up in escalating despair of delusion and anguish ... [read more] |