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patrick-hertveld
47/M/Brussels, Belgium
When black crowns arise, dark above any fall. Fallen shades of flare. A King breathes a new air. Crisps any wall, arise and fall. Black crowns bow! For a King, dark and slow.
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
Fall ultimo
A single minute differs.. Old and new in numbers.. A pathway layered with melancholy crumbles I bow, kneel, rise, humble On pathways ease and breeze Lovely thoughts to freeze Eyes down a single minute. I second my tribute To time in time Spirit high and low, never too slow.
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Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
Crumbles
Remember remember To never surrender To fear nor grim weather Poor down in together Remember remember To never surrender To hate nor the latter Judges who matter Remember remember To never surrender To mute love tender Ever sweet surrender
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 5:05 PM UTC
6th November
Let our bleed rust Oxide our soul Deep red died out Our stain as a remain Of our blood spilled Over time, then, now! Our rust still, how.. Not a will, as water never still Seeks rust, deep dark To forget.. our red.
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
Rust - part two
As every thought lives Through one last myth As might be it! As a second to none... If we had one... Myth to live None of any True to many Second to spare Thought to dare
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
May be
Cry me a river And let our blood rust Slow staining our lust Pale and dry up north Our last tears seeking If it is worth Though our oxide died As our rain dried..
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
Rust
A summer is always forgotten as our thoughts rotten, of lights and light thoughts. A flower much sought, florish a lapse of time. I can only call mine, thoughts that were, once all over.
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Hold
Pursuit on the circle We all share Without any spare Step up move up But, right down It is, our dawn.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Running
Put your ***** hands all over me Creep, scratch my anatomy Make me your philosophy I'll make you study Practice and theory No jury nor pity Just a final probe As we hope n cope With the theory or our would be
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
Filthy (poem hack)
Our last damp Erased in tears On our darked window Blind for each other Tomorrow, all in sorrow
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
Facing our window