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Freshwater TearsIt is a furiously humbling experience / to be helpless before the gale / and exposed without cover,
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Jun 2, 2013
Beach of DreamsCome find me here / on this beach of dreams, / where the sand is black
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Jun 2, 2013
All Too MuchTears fall / Thick and sad. / Body weak,
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Jun 2, 2013
Hazel EyesBehind these hazel eyes / are deep pools of memory. / These wells of liquid glass
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Sep 29, 2012
A Cold Winter's NightI lie sprawled on the dead crusty grass of Winter, / breathing in the frigid night. / A passing car ambles by,
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Jan 4, 2012
Midnight TearsA sharp bark wakes me. / Tears begin to fall. / Distant growls ring,
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Aug 26, 2011
A Prayer at PashupatinathWe commit one of our own / to the wind's embrace. / May the flames that we kindle
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Aug 26, 2011
Product of SolitudeLight fingers / brush across a shoulder, / standing hairs on end.
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Aug 11, 2011
Winged RestOn silent wings it flies / across the jeweled midnight skies, / cloaked in darkness.
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Aug 11, 2011
NowLonesome heart, / when the past is past, and the past lies dead, / let it lie.
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Aug 11, 2011
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