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Mmmmmm...
At dusk when the
moonflowers show their
faces to the silver stars.

Mmmmmm...
At dawn when the
monflowers hide their
faces from the golden sun.

Mmmmmm...
You will find me
under the shadow of the willows,
dreaming of him as he recites
verses of poetry to me.

Mmmmmm....
White
House gates
though strong cannot
hold back three million
people.
Rome
burned bright,
brilliant light ceded,
smoldering ruins bid Earth
breathe.
a point of departure
is goodbye

a door opens
and shuts

but memory
cannot be denied

so make your memories
good and wholesome

and forgive yourself
the painful ones.
many trust in anger
to get them the result
their bullying self
has been getting
all their lives.
Stuck.
Nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
Zero.

(i'll tell you a truth if you come real close)

I've run out of ideas.
my mind does not work

From the Order. Logic. Brains.
The. Sanctuary. Of. Day. To. Day. Life.

to something that is all
asdfghjlmtrvscex;nszgxkla
and
idon'tevenknowhowi'mformingthis­sentencerightnow
itdoesn'tevenmakesense

In truth, this isn't really a poem.
Just the ramblings of a crazy girl

whosjustadmittedthetruth
I've squeezed the juice out of my brain. Need to dip it back in water.
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