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A Day in the ParkI sit on this wooden bench, / from here i can see the trees, / Green and big, some dead.
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Feb 16, 2010
Contemplation of TimeMemories of a forgetful mind, / Images passing by / Reveal a fear within his heart.
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Feb 14, 2010
In ShearchThe body's Atman falls to sorrow. / Its path to the higher being is stalled by chance. / Its gleaming red jewel reverts to coal
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Feb 15, 2010
Life of a CandleA lame table barely stands in a darkened room. / Upon it sits a candelabra tainted with scarlet rust, / Holding like a pedestal two forgotten candles.
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Feb 24, 2010
Memories in the DarkThe hunter's moon, its reddish glow / Replaced the golden gleam of the forgiving sun. / The hunted sits on his rocking chair,
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Feb 14, 2010
My CompanionOne day I bought a fish and fell in love with it. / Its lovely gills, its solemn face, and shiny flesh. / For two long years my faithful companion was,
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Mar 10, 2010
TemptressHer name is Lucybell, / The object of my Temptation. / Her hands are shackles that keep me in place.
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Feb 21, 2010
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