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Jane Doe
----Please Note: I wrote this as a song, but I'm posting it as a poem because I think it sounds better. Also, I have weird dream-things, where I wake up ...
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Fading of Light (Regret)
The Fading of the light I grasp The final ten- drils, extending dying hands. Light then recedes, dwindling ; Devoid. Once dark, Black consumes me, Shutting my eyes ...
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Slave to Master
Eyes lure me in, make me crave. Kisses ignite thirst, provoking hushed tones, pleas for more,
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Freed
Crisp wind blows. Notes dance as they travel through the gaps, hollow. Once, these gaps were filled with color, auras that fluctuate, stunning reflections of illumination. Weighted by sadness, the ...
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Etiquette
Unedited, raw emotion from a few months ago.
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rubbish.
Another raw emotion poem. Supposedly about writer's block, but maybe you'll see the deeper meaning.