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The echoes of a distant land long forgot,
The echoes of  distant memories, oh so rotten,
The echoes of the ******.

The echoes speak of a name,
The echoes speak of the truth,
The echoes speak of your name.

What's your name again?
I believe it's
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Right?

I guess we'll never know,
Until you listen to the echoes,
The echoes of your forsaken past.

I'll meet you there.
The silent echoes you hear.
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You need a break from society,
So come and sit with me,
Make sure to enjoy your tea.

I've been hard at work fighting for your country,
So come and sit with me,
Make sure to enjoy your tea.

After 200 years of war,
You're finally free,
So make to enjoy your tea.

Whilst you was gone,
I've waited patiently,
Just to make you a cup of tea.

I love you,
So much I've waited nervously,
So enjoy MY cup of tea I made for you.

I'm so proud of you...

Love, [REDACTED] .
A poem about a soldier returning home to his Wife's first tea in 200 years.
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For once I am truly free,
From his icy grip.
I'm free from his fake illusions,
I'm free from his loving-hate.

I was unleashed from his chains,
But then I was dragged back,
Back into his personal hell.

Why would you do it?
Why did you did it?

You need to trust to be betrayed,
But I never trusted him.

And from this day on.

I.
Never.
Will.

Goodbye.
Meh fourth poem here :P
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I give you something,
And you always give it away.
I give you my trust,
By then you go and give it away.
Why do I still trust you?

I give you my love,
But then you go and give it away.
Why do I still trust you?

I give you my heart,
And instead of giving it away,
You simply break it.
Why the hell do I still trust you?

You gave me your trust,
And I kept it.

You gave me everything,
And I kept it.

But now, there's nothing worth keeping of yours.

Why do I still trust you?
Oh wait, I just remembered,
I do not.
My third poem here :D
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My tea is very warm.
My body pillow is very comfortable.
I want to write more poems,
But I am simply too sleepy to do so.
Yuri is still my best waifu.

I'm feeling very sleepy right now.
I should probably sleep.
Goodnight everyone.

I'll see you all in the morning.

I regret making this, [REDACTED]
Goodnight peeps!
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If I had a heart,
Maybe I could love.
If I had a heart,
Maybe I could feel emotions.

If I had a heart,
Maybe I could care.
But then again, If I had a heart,
You would break it.

But then again, If I had a heart,
I would care about useless things.
But then again, If I had a heart,
I'd have no use for it.

I have no time for useless things,
Like empathy.
And I have zero time for monsters,
Just like you...

Get out of my head.

**** it! I said get out!!!

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-Heart.exe is missing-
My first poem thing here.
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Experiment.
Fail.
Learn.
Repeat.

Develop.
Master.
Life.
Complete­.

-Life completed, now leaving earth-
Meh, a very short one.
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I am a king,
but with no crown.
I am an artist,
but with no pencil.

I am a solider,
but with no weapon.
I am a musician,
but with no instruments.

I am a God,
but with no religion.
I am a human,
but with no heart.

Hello?
Is anyone there?
No?
Oh, okay.

-[REDACTED] Has left-
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Here's the truth for you, Money can't buy you love,
Here's the truth for you, Money can't buy you emotions.

Money can buy you a lot of things,
Money can buy you fame,
Money can buy you goods and materials.
Money can buy you someone, just don't expect for them to stay for long.

Money can buy a lot of things.

Money can't buy you a lot of things either. But one thing you'll never be able to buy with money.

Is me.
Come and find me.
And money won't help you.
My 5th poem now :D
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You'll go ahead and shine on,
Shine on like a diamond in a world of emptiness,
The emptiness of the lonely nation,
The emptiness of the Unknown.

Whilst you shine on in this world,
They'll fade out of this world,
Fade out and no one will notice,
No one will notice because you shine on.

You'll just shine on,
And on,
And on,
Until all that they once were is gone.
Shine on, you crazy diamond.
The
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The
The burning coldness,

The sharp bluntness,

The painful healing.

The loud whisper,

The soft hardness,

The peaceful war.

The shiny rust,

The infinite end,

The false truth.

Just.
The.
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The
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The blizzard howls in the night time sky,
Yet a lone snowflake falls that winter,
The sounds of the strong winds chimes,
Yet, the oh so lonely snowflake, falls from the sky.

The calming fireplace looking upon the midnight sky,
The first one to fall in the pure dark sky,
Is the lone snowflake.

There the lonely snowflake sits,
As it melts into the sorrowful ground,
And withers away like a paper being set a light.

Where did it go?
Where will it go?
I guess we'll never know.
A Christmas/winter related poem for you all :D
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All you can remember is the deafening sirens,
All you could remember was the storm of steel,
Heading for you and your men.

You wanted to protect your country, but the country ended up protecting you.

Where did it go so wrong?

It all went wrong when you joined the war.

You were unprepared.
A bit of a change up for once.
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Oh how I wish
That you were here
The soothing sound
Played upon your guitar
The way you smiled
The way you cried
The way you loved
The way you hated
Oh how I wish you was still here.

The way you rolled in the green fields
The way you burned Everything down
The way you tried to love me
The way you died to love me

Oh how

I wish you were here.
A sweet and simple one.
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The sweetness of your taste,
All that time gone to waste.
The essence of your taste,
Makes a ***** like me go insane.
But now the taste of your essence,
Leaves me no other option.
I'm sorry my love,
But you knew this would happen.

I never thought that you,
Would be at the edge of my blade.
But I've got to do what must be done,
I guess I have this battle won.
Now with your body, still and dead,
I can finally get this fantasy out of my head.
I now finally have your crimson red taste upon my hands.

I'm sorry it turned out like this,
But having your blood all over me makes
So **** happy.
I can't stop laughing, am I going insane?
Am I broken?
Did I really just **** my only reason to live?
Oh well, I'll meet you up there eventually...
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This is my first attempt at a more, messed up, and Yandere poem.

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