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#cypress
_Me, Standing Underneath A swamp cypress ******* at an orange while the rain falls ~ Tacky fingered and smelling of citrus T-shirt front stained Warm with juice, I taste You._
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Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 3:13 AM UTC
Sensory Overload
Among the Cypress Portal to an untouched world Where life reigns Supreme
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Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC
Sanctuary
I loved your cypress-eye from the old days, And the glance who was shy from the old days. Eyes of emerald were scratched by the world, And I can't see its cry from the old days. Your lips and voice remained the same delights, Yet lack the smile and sigh from the old days. The blush became white, the giggle a nod, I don't get that reply from the old days. The game of love has no rules anymore, No coin, no card nor die from the old days. Each thing from the past becomes desirous, Both the truth and the lie from the old days. Mâhî, lets get all our old friends back here, Our own style lets apply from the old days.
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Emerald Eyes
my desire thwarted Kition by wharf that pruned their garnishes and the outing did plait round their Phoenicia that Jezebel lured bounty with her beauty and Cypress lament Alexander's army that fought war almighty!
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Trade War
THE cypress trees there translate season into color. A line of boulevards for guests like me: a hungry one. I may know what it is they plan. Splash and swish. Sweet. Ripples and breezy. Lyrical. After the song I used to remembered and always wanted to hear. I may know what it is whispered the water to the wind.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
At Tenway Garden
A cypress tree. She lives in the shade; She Radiates sounds Voracious with fresh. It conveys what my skin never been Exposed to. I'm green, Much greener than slim Of the evergreen shape. Is it sinful to crave For a nap at her lap Or to merge With the scent of her sweat?
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
Cypress
When I view our love in retrospect all I can see is the lush of roses- the sunflowers are filled with luminosity and the fragrance drives me senseless. But when I view our love in this very moment all I can see are thorns in what were once roses- all the sunflowers radiate are darkness and all I can smell is the scent of cypress. -m.j.a
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
cypress- a flower for mourning