My poems on you
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how i wish to see you again
The fields are empty, the grass has grown. And the thorns do prick, my bare feet. My soul goes out, in search of you. But hardly do i find you, ...
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I Love The Dirt
A turn on the highway, Is where I stand. A gust of dust, And I am dirty again. How i wish for the rain, Every moment of my life. To ...
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Its about time
I saw the dawn cracking, the sunrays penetrating through the blinds. My eyes went searching to my wall clock; 5:30 it said. I closed my eyes yet another time, another ...