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The MoonHer legs hang low, / just above the night's whispering tide, / illuminated only by dawn's dim light.
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Nov 17, 2011
Perspective in the Age of ReasonI scream at the top of my lungs / out and across vast, honey-wheat plains. / A cool morning breeze hugs my barren body-
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Nov 17, 2011
Dinner at NoonA cackle of coughs produce sickening echo. / I stand in a line for my morning's scapegoat. / But my relevant thoughts are still absent on trial-
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Nov 17, 2011
The Neighborhood RowdiesHolding hands with the sun / and all of these infant flames that / I love.
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Nov 16, 2011
Divided BeingWaking up next to a beautiful girl, / and falling for the wonders of this beautiful world, / the poetry in the trees let the sun in my hair
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Nov 16, 2011
Sicillian SummerI, so young, fruitful, and high / on the extravagance of life / spot the funkiest electric travelling
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Nov 16, 2011
DefinitionsTomorrow's rush of craziness / leaves today's feeling sane. / We face the repetitive waves-
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Nov 16, 2011
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