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niccinic15

  • Silence

    Solemn faces often found,Your lips move but make no sound.Piercing silence fills my earsWhen Death comes to prove my fears.The soul to take is way too young,Her shattered dreams forever ...

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  • Asphyxia

    Running circles in my head,You're all I ever see.The one thing I can think aboutIs you being with me.Reality is all a blur,And nothing's as it seems.This high that you ...

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  • Echoes

    Echoes of a broken heart,And memories of a friend.Hot sparks of a young romanceBore flame upon the end.Kisses so tender and sweet,Embraces, oh, so warm.You said you would stay with ...

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  • Insidious Eyes

    Burn me with your sea green eyes,Entice me with your sinful lies.I'll beg you 'till I realizeThe shit you've done to me.Come with me now, take my hand.I'll love you ...

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  • Thinking of That Smile

    I know this love is very real.It's something I can hear and didn't take you long to healThis broken heart of mine.Every night, I quickly prayI'll get to see your ...

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The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading.
— Edward Hirsch