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i don't know if it all
has a reason at all ;
I'm rare to find
but easy to lose

I'm hard to read
if I'm the one you choose ;
I won’t lose those bruises that you left
Behind;
Angels cry and fly
angels fall they cannot die
how low demons know
already
a bit drunken
i found you

and with
your green eyes
your honest smile
combined with
the small distance
between us
and your smell

you intoxicated me
even more
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There's this crazy old Veteran
lives in an attic with his dog
You always see them walking
he loves to stop and talk
His dog will rest upon the ground
while he rambles on aimlessly
He's crazy and he's lonely
Hell! I do believe he's me
Traveler Tim
Tip toeing around the sun
Silence so peaceful
Graceful sails into summer
My pen is dripping
from my heart and soul,
hoping to grow
a bit more beautiful
each day.
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