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Exhausted, she rests against your chest,fickle muscles unaware of their own confusion.Beneath your weary composure lies the raging battleof breath against body, sense against delusion.The hand of the

When we hope for change,we never look to the rain for help.Yet it trickles down roofs, intogullies and on to leaves -promotes growth in plants, andlovers that runs down the ...

The lights at night,static glimmers too farto reach for - to holdlike amibitions once fought for;the values of a soul no more.Once inspiring, twice depressing;my heart beats timidly as it ...

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It seemed so simple;to take one's place in an orderly fashion,and await attention of a clerk, at their discretion,and never question the wait, or its durationand for all it's worth, ...

It's funny,a fickle, fallous failure of a father,can call the resolutionto claim the retributionof his standing in the eyes of his son.He overlooks foresight - blind at best,says his part, ...

That does it.I'm sick and tiredof this worldand its liars,who misplace the faith,leave plateshalf empty of the lifethey don't deserve.Oh those hearts that weep for the innocencelost in the era ...

The leaves roll inby a spot by the lake,over silver watersthey sail to our feet,under a white-hot sunwhere jet hair flowsthrough my hands; crushed silk.Silk crushed,like the sheets you left,scarred, ...

Well, aren't you a hero?...Tears have been shed for you, son.Hearts have bled from the battles you 'won'and there is no time to remember the funtimes banished to sulk past ...

That it is, and it is what it isis what makes that what islittle more than cause for headaches,for one does not simply describe love,nor evaluate it, nor place a ...

(Hello all. This poem is a tribute to the work of Douglas Adams, who will have been lost to us for 10 years this Wednesday. Please show your tribute by ...