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haiku_game
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Strideo
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its simple. just make a haiku that has something to do with the haiku that the last skite wrote. For example: great bird in the sky! i wish i had your freedom. to poo on some heads. the next one could be: evil wicked bird! why did you poo on my head? i am so ashamed. and so on: my shame is so clear. it rings in my head like bells. it tears at my heart. ...
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040411
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oldephebe
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god. i cannot write haikus.. man!
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040411
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Strideo
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BZZZT! wrong! that was not a haiku and it had nothing to do with the previous haiku. ...
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040411
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eskimos friend
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tears from my heart, blood from my eyes, today nothing is ok for me.
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040411
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a>
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yesterday, today - still nothing. what release can our tomorrow bring?
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040412
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oldephebe
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like i said i cannot write haiku's. it was an avowal, a staement of fact and irony free... see ya chuckles...
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040412
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oldephebe
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by the way eskimo friend and a, those are really good... the haiku has an immediacy an economy of expression i envy..and aspire to... ...
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040412
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stork daddy
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oldephebe would lose five syllables with a word like verisimilar.
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040412
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Doar
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everyone would be lost without a trail to guide them to the river.
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040412
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z
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sand is falling grains cast along channels cut through the rivers long run
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040412
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stork daddy
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childish nostalgia - the river often flooded; now, too dry to swim.
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040412
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Doar
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The secret swimming hole vanished when whispers crept out between bought mouths.
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040412
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eskimos friend
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mementos kept safe, those happy times lost at last; i watch my house burn.
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040412
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eskimos friend
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i apologise, that was meant to go before death of a rose. damn.
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040412
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Doar
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prostration game show, penitent with sorrow held after crossed wires.
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040412
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eskimos friend
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thinks life is a game, and suffers until he sees there are no winners.
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040412
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z
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stones cast to board black and white in patterns sly around each other
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040412
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z
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oops: stones cast to grid board black and white in patterns sly around each other
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040412
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time_warp
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fingers dance, each turn precise and grinning movement, minds locked in battle.
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040412
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Death of a Rose
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surrounding your fugue, momentous callings are brought forth for bright weavings
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040412
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eskimos friend
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music ends. stand, bow. the harmony now within, it's time to pack up.
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040412
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z
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empty stage and seats echoes absorbed into walls rococo ears deaf
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040412
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a>
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senses fade so fast. blind, my eyes; my lips turn dumb. motionless, I stand.
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040412
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a>
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(and thank you, oE, for the compliment. your words have oft touched my soul)
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040412
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eskimos friend
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"i never loved you"; numb, silenced, i choke and scream but i have no voice.
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040412
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Doar
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beaten on the head, with your cold war, raging inside, small desperate words.
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040412
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z
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the art of war lives we learn to hate carefully know your enemy
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040412
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Doar
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Insidious stabs, Poison drips over burnt skin, Seeping on remorse.
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040412
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a>
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Gashes that run deep. You crowned me 'Empress'. Then Betrayal. Ah, 'Et tu, Bruté?'.
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040412
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a>
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(cursed syllables. Betrayal should read Betray. damn, damn, double damn)
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040412
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eskimos friend
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these late eclipses turn lover against belov'd; times pass, feelings change.
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040412
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a>
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(zut! still doesn't work. miss out 'then', too. & 'cursed' needs an accented 'e'. enough. this tiredness has won. I lay down my pen and sulk in dull shame.)
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040412
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eskimos friend
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let dullness be shamed, endeavour begets merit. i like your words a
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040412
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Doar
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merit the worth of yourself engaged in wordplay, symphony is ours.
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040412
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Strideo
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and this night I sleep lost in a great symphony filled with peacefull dreams ...
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040412
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notme
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music fills our eyes unlocked doors open; dreaming we escape darkness .
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040412
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ethereal
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peaceful dreams, not real in this game called misery im alone with me
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040412
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goatse
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haha lame
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040413
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Strideo
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traped in solitude. misery loves company. why am i alone? ...
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040413
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oldephebe
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hands in the water stoop to drink from their hollow precious exudate ...
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040413
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Doar
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Nourishment taken Lightly, a pause to refresh The mind and body.
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040413
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zeke
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still, the breeze has paused not breathing, i wait quiet tree sway signals end
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040413
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Diar
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Silence suddenly Arrives, replacing the noise Of thoughts in turmoil.
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040413
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eskimos friend
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(nice one 'phebe!)
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040413
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Doar Doh!
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Doh! Is the phrase I should pronounce upon my screen name typed too damn fast.
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040413
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z
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oe: !
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040413
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a>
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wordless ache within. shadows of lost reveries; inarticulate. ('phebe, we told you so. wordsmiths such as yourself must be skilled in haikus)
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040413
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eskimos friend
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wordless wordsmiths cry; fearing contemplation, my thoughts must go un-thought.
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040413
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eskimos friend
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words but no meaning: am i an automaton, or ordinary?
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040413
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oldephebe
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O Andrew Wyeth wouldn't paint her with his brush mouth red rose of flame ...
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040413
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oldephebe
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A paralaxis my belly bound up in knots have all the words fled?
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040413
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kipper
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It's quiet in here lost without blather phrasing hunt them, hunt them now!
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040414
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Doar
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Peace is questioned around the campfire, snap of fire caressed boundaries.
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040414
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a>
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border wars ensue. territory once was mine; now, Hunter, you win.
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040414
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eskimos friend
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i am captured, locked in wintry solitude, but never servitude.
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040414
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z
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stone cold hearth in camp no ember glow radiates winter solitude
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040414
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oldephebe
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count, within these walls sounds of comrades falling dead sounds of hot steel fury then, Hell's heart silenced yea, Hero's bred for darkness sky washed with cold light the charnel house was womb and tutor it's music rage sparkles forth pure ...
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040414
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Doar
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Repairing my breath, Frost covered exhalations, Multitudes beyond.
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040414
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z
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at the gate, behind pine tree tops march forth, they come multitudes advance
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040414
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a>
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see? they sought you out. sanctuary's fallen now. onward! let them come. inwardly you smile. let this irresistible tragedy unfold.
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040414
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Doar
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Ammo spent upon them, On they march, destruction in My hands, screams surround.
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040414
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Doar
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"Ammo spent on them"
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040414
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a>
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easy to ignore, love's lost screams pass etherwards absentmindedly.
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040414
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Doar
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wishing to be like that insubstantial wisp of smoke curling upwards.
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040414
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Doar
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spatial beginnings, leaf tossed erratically, a slow distant fall.
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040414
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eskimos friend
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he watches the leaf spiralling gently because it is beautiful.
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040414
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Doar
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Contemplation in majestic chaos, senses still framed in pictures.
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040414
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oldephebe
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I am an old bus spavined and shuddering *gasps* still awed by these things
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040414
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oldephebe
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Here, interegnum the scribes mouth sweatsocked and gagged delving into self ...
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040414
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a>
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introspective, I sought reflections of myself. the dread mirror lies.
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040415
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z
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mirror symmetry real and not real unbalanced illusion perfect
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040415
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Doar
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turning the page I recall the mirror of her jumping from the cliff.
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040415
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.
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i fall down people laugh but i see up skirts
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040415
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z
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indrawn perspective seeing what i know surrounded i create
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040415
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z
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oops: indrawn perspective seeing what i know creates surrounded i percieve
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040415
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what
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i killed my mother blood stains on the wall the cops are at my door
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040415
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z
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i just cant get this one out! indrawn perspective seeing what i know creates surrounded i see ugh.
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040415
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Doar
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no worries there Zeke, form the words you mean to speak, craft them without shame.
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040415
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.
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you're making my brain hurt now
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040415
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z
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it is meaning served that slips the grasp of intent when focus fails inside me
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040415
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z
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and it continues. i will stop for a while
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040415
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Doar
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Quirky pleasure I find in making another brain ache, evil me.
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040415
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.
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my brain hurts the cracks emerge the brain falls out of my head huh?
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040415
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Strideo
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the pain never stops so much like a heavy weight crushing me slowly ...
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040415
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kookaburra
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but i won't be crushed i am ultimate power never gonna lose
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040415
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a>
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what of this old tune? you once held the power, the knife. now you kneel 'fore me.
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040415
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Consequence
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I will not bend on knee for your sacrificial rites, standing I leave.
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040415
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a>
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'stay', I now implore. bitter gasps trapped in these lungs; wish you to remain.
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040415
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Consequence
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Remaining behind may be harder than staying, at this time, with you.
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040415
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eskimos friend
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a flight to freedom. soaring, scaling; no poor bird should sing for its cage.
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040415
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ambermoon
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i stay in this cage there is no freedom for me no one can help me
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040415
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eskimos friend
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the sky's the limit? it's limiting nonetheless; never true freedom.
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040415
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kookaburra
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i will touch the sky silly childhood mantra true nontheless
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040415
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a>
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never reminisce. memories like brittle bones best left to decay.
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040416
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Strideo
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the passage to death. bleached bone warriors stand guard. alive, nevermore. ...
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040416
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Death of a Rose
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Pennies for the toll, Passage into the unknown. Dark grey thoughts breaking.
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040416
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Consequence
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Hah! You thought I would do a Poe quote, I am not that predictable!
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040416
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a>dvertising
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ravens on the mind? try our patent-pending, de- doomifying spray.
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040416
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Death of a Rose
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smell the fresh air in twilight, as gleaming for all who would view this once.
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040416
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shivers
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fresh air through the trees hair is flying in the wind bite me you fucker
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040416
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shutter-bug
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No, people taste bad I would much rather consume A sandwich or scone
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040416
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eskimos friend
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lunch time: i forget, fain fullness, feel tired, but I simply cannot eat.
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040416
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eskimos friend
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(tbh i'm more likely to feign fullness...)
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040416
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Doar
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fried spam can be quite scrupmtous when smothered between bread and dill mustard
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040417
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Moron
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"scrumptious"
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040417
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kookaburra
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fried spam is icky just like moldy cottage cheese or bush and cheney
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040417
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kookaburra
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can cottage cheese mold? that is a lovely question! (compliment for me)
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040417
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Borealis
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questions lovely can be seen through the looking glass shattered in your hand
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040419
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z
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glass shards lay, hand still, winter leaks and drips onto sill glitter escapes globe
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040420
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z
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oops! glass shards lay, hand still, winter leaks drips onto sill glitter escapes globe
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040420
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Borealis
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and from that globe one lonely shard pierces my heart and does penetrate the lonely places where a snowflake flutters on the wind of my breath
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040420
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dosquatch
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You are not special, You aren't a unique snowflake, says Tyler Durden.
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040420
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doar
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spray painting the walls, a simple twist of the wrist and I become light
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040422
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Borealis
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spray painting the walls, a simple twist of the wrist and I become light twisting and turning sheets between my legs and you mean nothing to me
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040422
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kookaburra
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sex won't ever be hottest passionate loving for the wrong reasons
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040422
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ferret
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she steals me away caught up in this rendezvous i leave behind me
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040422
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kookaburra
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i steal cuz i can innocent till i take the five finger discount
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040427
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dosquatch
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for you I will steal the brightest stars from the skies to place in your eyes
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040427
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zeke
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blue so black in cold seen through needle branch and cone then wind shows a star
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040427
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ethereal
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star for the children whisper brightly their names, and take them home with you
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040428
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Borealis
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star studded hopefuls brightly wrapped in cellophane don't look at me now
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040428
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shivers
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small smiling faces reeking of wonder and fear hugs all around please
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040428
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shivers
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small smiling faces reeking of wonder and fear hugs all around please
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040428
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Borealis
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but the lonely one sits in the vacant corner refusing her hug
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040429
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ambermoon
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that sad girl is me somewhere in my memory crying and broken
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040429
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kookaburra
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i rememeber her, watching me sing, could this be gay love connection?
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040430
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oldephebe
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I cannot bear it her lips part to smile at me spinning in heat, rush
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040501
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dosquatch
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Oh, spinning desire my heart is on fire for you quench me in your love
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040501
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a>
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through a dreary crowd, flicker of a wicked eye; captive, captured, caught.
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040501
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?
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...
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040502
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rubydee
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feathers tumble down the door slams bang!in your face the other shoe drops
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040502
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kookaburra
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tappity tap tap metal music on a wood floor God! i miss tap dance
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040503
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blather haiku check
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please check your haiku it should be five-seven-five thank you for playing
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040503
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eskimos friend
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not so, bhc, take a look at haikus_for_beginners: "Usually it has 3 lines and 17 syllables distributed in 5, 7 and 5." it doesn't have to though.
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040503
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kookaburra
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well today it was five eight five, why do you care? its my damn poem
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040503
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eskimos friend
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my last blathe means i lose this blasted haiku game. crimson shame pervades.
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040503
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blather haiku check
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my apologies i did not mean to offend i stand corrected
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040503
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dosquatch
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my principles are compromised, so instead I sit dejected
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040503
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dosquatch
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A haiku snafu Oh, what to do, what to do? It's not worth the flack.
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040503
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lilmomma
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dont be down hearted b.h.c. is too anal these poems are purfect
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040503
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oldephebe
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in cold oak her tears fill the barrel with the brine dragonfly droning the rancid entrails of a life unwanted the Act the Work dead such gleaming gifts winged perfection of flight Child of Blight come. Rest.
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040504
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Borealis
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a child of blightI speak for those who will not give in to blessed sleep
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040504
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Dosquatch
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sleep come quickly to mine weary eyes and bones so I may rise again
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040504
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kookaburra
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burning at the end shreiking, molting, dying quick rising from ashes
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040505
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z
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ashes grey rising blown over whithered tree root desert village lost
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040505
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oldephebe
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i just want to interpose a thought here..so not exactly adhering to the parameters of haiku form..you guys have been doing some fine writing on this page... ...
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040505
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kookaburra
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((thank you oldphebe, compliments are always nice, the vain need love too :) ))
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040505
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z
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thanks. you too.
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040505
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dosquatch
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Likewise, Phebe, thanks! (ahem) My vanity needs the warmth, grace, love, and shelter of your acceptance
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040505
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Deomis
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Yet you turn away Again I am left alone With dead promises
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040505
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dosquatch
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promises broken and the pains of lies are kept together we wept
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040505
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ethereal
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wept for the stolen fought for the lost and broken lied and died again
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040505
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smurfus rex
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born from ash the phoenix rises so will you
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040505
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z
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crimson amber wing edged with soft yellow flutter fiery bird reborn
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040506
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Zantic
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breath as heavy as your want placed upon my heart, satisified nightly.
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040506
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Zantic
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Seperated once, Tightly wrapped in the warmth of a hurried embrace.
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040506
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Zantic
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Lips covered with rust, bleeding silently beneath the shadowed archway.
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040506
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eskimos friend
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bite my bloody lip, i can't say what must be said. good bye. i'm sorry.
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040506
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Zantic
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Silence issues from between your blood red lips, the fierceness of horror.
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040506
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Zantic
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Screams begun in each others gazes, cracked pictures litter the floor now.
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040506
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Deomis
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These cracked memories of us fade into nothing in the cold of night
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040506
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kookaburra
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her gaze froze solid forsaking happiness she sat alone and cried
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040506
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Deomis
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Crystal tears fell down Forming on the wooden floor An endless blue sea
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040506
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kookaburra
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dance across the waves sing for the rain; catch lightning call down the burning sun
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040506
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kookaburra
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*burnt
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040506
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Deomis
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dance across the waves sing for the rain; catch lightning call down the burnt sun It was but a dream And, falling from the blue sky You find your hopes dead
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040506
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Deomis
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It was but a dream And, falling from the blue sky You find your hopes dead
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040506
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Borealis
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a burnt piece of sky falling from a blue black sun. the bruise is spreading
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040506
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Deomis
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It spreads like disease Enveloping all your mind Devours your life
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040506
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dosquatch
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devour completely the spark of life within me this, my price to pay
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040506
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Zantic
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The fire within me can't be quenched even by your indifference.
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040507
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Zantic
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Care if you can while You are here. Love her without Limits, to guide you.
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040507
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Zantic
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Savour the essence of slipping her hand into yours like hand made gloves.
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040507
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eskimos friend
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take my hand. i can't lead to your dreams, but at least we'll walk together.
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040507
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zeke
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redolent sleeper what rain mist sky dreams you still trees wake to summer
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040507
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Deomis
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The trees reach the sky Swaying in the summer sun A lotus blooms
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040507
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Borealis
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in murky air the leaves bloom, leaving my lonely heart to sit alone
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040507
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Deomis
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Alone by the sea Salt tears dried upon my lips. I hear them calling.
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040508
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dosquatch
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I hear the calling salt water kissing the shore and it feels like home
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040508
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Deomis
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Home is far behind Along with all my sorrow And I have lost you
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040508
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dosquatch
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I have lost my way but never my love for you look into my heart
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040508
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Deomis
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Look and you will see All that lies within my heart Naught, but memories
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040508
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kookaburra
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we saw each other eyes almost sadly relaxed two faces; a mirror
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040508
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Deomis
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The cold reflection That face unknown must be mine But I cannot tell
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040508
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dosquatch
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am I you? are you me? different yet the same together yet not
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040508
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Deomis
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What was I to you I want you to remember When we were as one
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040508
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lilmomma
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one soul together one heart beats in time with mine now sighlent, dead, gone.
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040508
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Deomis
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This screaming silence Rings within my ears, and I Cannot escape fate
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040508
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kookaburra
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me=oxymoron push pull, come here, go away- i end up alone
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040508
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Deomis
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Yet at the end of life What's the point of all this strife? I glance at the knife.
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040509
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Borealis
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always alone, if not by me, then by anger: my inflicted pain
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040509
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dosquatch
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we are connected by the butterfly effect you are not alone
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040509
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kookaburra
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connect antonyms i connected me and you now we're synonyms
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040509
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Borealis
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what of unwanted connection, sideways now inwards and out
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040510
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Borealis
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trying that again..it seems..I have forgotten how to count: connections adrift in blackness and deepness, still we are antonyms
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040510
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Borealis
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what of unwanted connection? sideways and down, now inward and out?
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040510
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lou_la_belle
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when I looked inward what did I see hiding there? thoughts that I can't claim
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040511
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kookaburra
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i live in a box created by the public i know no way out
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040516
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z
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Rhin: Haiku is a small poetry with oriental metric that appeared in the XVI century and is very popular, mainly in Japan. It's a contemplative poetry that valorizes nature, color, season, contrasts and surprises. Usually it has 3 lines and 17 syllabes distributed in 5, 7 and 5. It must register or indicate a moment, sensation, impression or drama of a specific fact of nature. It's almost like a photo of some specific moment of nature. More than inspiration, one needs meditation, effort and perception to compose a real Haiku. (Bill Higginson) 011228
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040516
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Borealis
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to kookabura many ways out you see. stop hiding; of boxes: you create your own
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040520
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Zantic
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small curved petal, dew slipping off the petal like weight being released.
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040520
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phil
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japanese
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040521
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z
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green edge leaf and stem another leans away slow life's hand opens now
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040602
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lilmomma
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in the scorching sun now lifes hand closes again brown, dried, and brittle
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040604
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ferret
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flammable goatees lamentations egg phlegm tags monstrosity bush
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040604
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kookaburra
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((prior craziness brought to you by a crazy guy, but he is likable)) sitting at home sad. then mad, staring at the floor. wiping my snot nose
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040605
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charlie
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it's lonely at home i don't know where my friends are i'm out of the loop
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040605
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?
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iLink- game
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040605
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kookaburra
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not out of the loop just too fringey to catch the info going by
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040605
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mood ring
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((oopsie, i think that question mark has lost this game. i feel like i've won))
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040605
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kookaburra
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((disregard last blathe, feelin a bit competitive, poor punctuation))
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040605
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kookaburra
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((ok, i really will leave this game alone for a while)) i feel exhausted can a replacement be sent in? this one needs a break
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040606
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thegreatmeh
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so tired now, all I want is a hug from your shapely hung black coat
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040607
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z
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black coat hung by scruff nape ruffled on scabrous bark dry spot in pine camp
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040610
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Voodoo child
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Spiral hole attracts, Life to deepest recesses The world fades to black
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040612
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dosquatch
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black gives way to white just as night gives way to day the circle goes 'round
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040612
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Voodoo child
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Under pure white light, Darkness cannot stay hidden Love conquers hatred.
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040612
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charlie
|
but love and hate are so closely related ...how to distinguish?
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040612
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charlie
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(excuse me, that should be): but love and hatred are so closely related ...how to distinguish?
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040612
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Voodoo child
|
but love and hatred are so closely related ...how to distinguish? The unkempt rose rots, Isolation decays, Love ignored begets Hate
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040612
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Voodoo child
|
The unkempt rose rots, Isolation decays, Love ignored begets Hate
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040612
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Death of a Rose
|
True words about love and hate, yet a small flaw is somewhere in these words.
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040618
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z
|
berry, crimson sweet seed crust, stem and crown caress dry in core is flaw
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040624
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... |
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baka
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flawless, perfect gem used to think i'd find one, just sparkling on the ground
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040624
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... |
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Borealis
|
perfection in a red spanish mug, dripping tea through his perfect crack
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040624
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z
|
small lopsided bowl bambo wisk, pour in water rotate cup in hand
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040624
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dudeinanigloo
|
The bird flies The hunter shoots it The bird is dead The tree sways in the wind The sun explodes The tree is no more
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040628
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z
|
no tree, gone it's roots earth tumbled, moss and stone fall storm wind pushes hard
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040629
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kookaburra
|
you hear? storm's coming! excited as thunder rolls, disappointed now.
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040704
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damn
|
the quiet after can't move or lose the moment thunder still echoes
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040704
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Deomis
|
Past dreams in my mind Echoes of your voice; I wake And I am alone
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040705
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Doar
|
As your skin becomes flushed with excitement, I can hover forever.
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040705
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Doar
|
Slippery senses, Sedately surreal, soaring silver slows sudden.
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040713
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a thimble in slime
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shit flowing down drain a fount of fertilizer and the dung fell down
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040729
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kx21
|
Oops... Shit = Star, Given "Ground_Zero" / We_are_the_Universe...
|
040729
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twilightfox
|
if there was a drain, i'd pop out the plug and then start over again
|
040729
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Doar
|
hopefully without breaking the bough of the numb fingers breathing now
|
040729
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... |
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puredream
|
there was a great oak with tall boughs entending high reaching to the sky
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040729
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... |
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zeke
|
boughs reaching, hands splayed, leafy hair rising on breeze, daphne sleeps as tree
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040730
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... |
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Andrew Sier
|
Dog stands with eyes closed, nose high, inhaling the breeze. What news, friend canis?
|
040730
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... |
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cpgurrl
|
the breeze blows in rain, green leaves dance with soft water as sky bathes dark earth
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040731
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... |
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zeke
|
dark earth dry, waiting dry stalks make scaly rasping wind quickens, drops fall
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040802
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B.liar
|
(:
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040802
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m21k
|
Game_Theory
|
040802
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... |
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Andrew Sier
|
Grass moves, but no wind Ears up, pulse quickens, legs tense The chase will soon begin
|
040803
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... |
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kipper
|
Chasing over, mouth dry is that you blood on my tongue? or perhaps my own.
|
040803
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... |
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cpgurrl
|
red waves of welcome rush at my feet, accepting in a land of blood.
|
040803
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... |
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Doar
|
this blood is stagnant now that we have circled our wants on the paper
|
040809
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... |
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cpgurrl
|
i drown my hurt in miles of angry words written on notebook paper.
|
040809
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... |
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zeke
|
miles are written rough stone ridge rambles past pine tops path ends at sea cliff
|
040810
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... |
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cpgurrl
|
as i walk on the old stone path, my walker makes an odd scraping sound.
|
040811
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... |
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Doar
|
steel on concrete stairs, makes the animals scramble for another lair.
|
040823
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... |
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cpgurrl
|
nervous, walking on the hard ground carefully. trying to achieve balance.
|
040825
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... |
|
|
the sane and insane scale tipping from side-to-side where's the balance here?
|
040825
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... |
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Deomis
|
Gold tilts the balance They say that there is justice But greed is the judge
|
040825
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... |
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zeke
|
gold seed heads tilt stems grasses swarm, lazy waves drift sun set tidal marsh
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040826
|
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... |
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mourninglight
|
murky marsh water your acrid fumes rising from some unknown away
|
040827
|
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... |
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Doar
|
too late to mix the pattern of darkness in the place of my falling.
|
040827
|
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... |
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mourninglight
|
too late to know the pattern of the mix you failed to see in the first
|
040827
|
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... |
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Doar
|
a single stare you gave my back when we both knew explanations lack.
|
040827
|
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... |
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mourninglight
|
explanations have no place in this room you have created for me
|
040827
|
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... |
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Doar
|
but this room is lit by my fingertips tracing the moon in shadows.
|
040827
|
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... |
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mourninglight
|
sun in shadows stitch a moon in darkness weary of wax melted wings
|
040827
|
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... |
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Symphonic
|
passing the eye of the needle with the thread of of her bone_woman
|
040827
|
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... |
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Deomis
|
needle in the hay searching for unknown answers I can't find the truth
|
040827
|
|
... |
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mourninglight
|
you won't find truth, not in that haystack, for it smells of darkness and must.
|
040827
|
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... |
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Death of a Rose
|
truth hides in the small crevices you overlooked, caresses dying.
|
040828
|
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estarocks
|
my common sense is hiding far away, too far for me to be kind.
|
040828
|
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
far and away you look onwards with your guarded eyes and lips, silent
|
040828
|
|
... |
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estarocks
|
you are a guarded castle, cookies i can't reach. please open up a crack.
|
040828
|
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... |
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estarocks
|
i mean "please open ur heart"
|
040828
|
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... |
|
Cardiac Arrest
|
Blue and furry is the hand puppet meant to munch on sweet cookies, yum!
|
040902
|
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... |
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mourninglight
|
hands and sweat and touch in ice and blood, you invade the darker spaces
|
040902
|
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... |
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z
|
dark spaces within fur of pine boughs seem wet rabbit runs under
|
040903
|
|
... |
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czmember
|
space. endless space to run, to walk, think, write. running forever. or not?
|
040903
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
out of my endless space, you arrived and are not welcome anymore
|
040903
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... |
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estarocks
|
first i loved you, then i hated you, now you're gone. please come back for me.
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040904
|
|
... |
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estarocks
|
u said you'd come back, but u didn't. no one has posted here for days.
|
040910
|
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... |
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o_caritas
|
this is so tempting i've not once written haiku this would be a first
|
040911
|
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... |
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o_caritas
|
ah, but I digress... returning to this place now 'twas never my vow
|
040911
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... |
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Death of a Rose
|
Vows impressed upon her skin, radiantly lit each moment she smiles
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040914
|
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... |
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mourninglight
|
impress my skin with your warmth, I don't need your vows nor your empty words
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041002
|
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
empty words hold the silence of ages within this blackest of voids
|
041002
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... |
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mourninglight
|
you called me a void you called me oblivion and bid me return return not to peace but to the the turmoil you saw in my darkened eyes
|
041002
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... |
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into oblivion
|
calmer waters quick to turn against the wind and toss my canvas boat
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041002
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
tossed like a worthless splint delved deep into the quick see the red forming
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041002
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... |
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mourninglight
|
red, and smooth and soft in velvet and sand, scritching your hands in blackness
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041002
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... |
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opti
|
we were hands we scooped the dirt and dust so heavy the darkness empty yay paul celan
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041002
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... |
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mourninglight
|
breathing life into my handful of dust and clay take my hands again
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041003
|
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... |
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kookaburra
|
old forgotten things wait for loving care again dusty memories
|
041004
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... |
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Symphonic
|
layers of grey dust, cover the path we once gave to our soul travel.
|
041005
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
trodden again those dusty paths may come clean in a breathe not ashen
|
041005
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... |
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Symphonic
|
ashes spill from the fingers that are still, for now they bleed no longer.
|
041005
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... |
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()
|
(crevasse shelters pine on the hillside trees burn fast ashes fall on roots)
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041006
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Deomis
|
I am made of ash A body that will crumble Back to the dark earth
|
041007
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... |
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()
|
(dark earth holds roots deep clutched, clasping river buried old tree stands in time)
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041008
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... |
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Symphonic
|
the deep is calling back the scourges it released in its yesterdays.
|
041008
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... |
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Deomis
|
released from the chains that bound me to this dark hell scared to see the light
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041008
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... |
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cripwithadream
|
stumble through shadows comforting and dark to see. ddon't turn on the truth!
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041009
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... |
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cripwithadream
|
stumble through shadows comforting and dark to see. ddon't turn on the truth!
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041009
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... |
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cripwithadream
|
stumble through shadows comforting and dark to see. ddon't turn on the truth!
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041009
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... |
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cripwithadream
|
sorry
|
041009
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... |
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opti
|
love, leave the light on the darkness might swallow us lost in the blankets
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041011
|
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... |
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Gyration
|
under the blanket i keep my toes curled and warm, until morning light.
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041012
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
curled and warm I slept soundly for the first time in months, lost in your arms
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041013
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... |
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Deomis
|
lost in the vast sea trying hard to stay afloat you're making me drown
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041022
|
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... |
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mourninglight
|
sea of thought and time and chance and hidden dust and death..in life? covers..
|
041022
|
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
diving into a deeper ocean, the chasm sings me into sleep
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041025
|
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... |
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kookaburra
|
wildest journeys secret wishes, deepest fears and i'm unconscious
|
041025
|
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... |
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(z)
|
(clutching roots hold hard boulder sunken sand is set tree sits above strand)
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041025
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... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
clutching roots hold hard boulder sunken sand is set tree sits above strand) clutch my hand like you mean it...I could be your rock. ...I want to be yours...
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041025
|
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o_caritas
|
if you would be mine long nights would be in order then breakfast in bed
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041113
|
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... |
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colorful goth
|
if i loved someone, who would it be? how would i live? what would i be?
|
041114
|
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... |
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Death of a Rose
|
one heart, one million thoughts of heart racing fervour distilled for the two.
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041115
|
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... |
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Symphonic
|
This baneful coursing shares its wary depiction of darkness entwined.
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050505
|
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... |
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ambermoon
|
darkness is gone now our Goddess has light to give now where will you go?
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050517
|
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... |
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pSyche
|
where I am going Where I have already been A cycle in time
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050517
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... |
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Doar
|
time in enhancement, stretched upon my violin ready to be played
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050610
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... |
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Lemon_Soda
|
sweet is the music I hear from violins play on maestro Doar
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050610
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... |
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Doar
|
a lemon soda, kindly complimenting a red death of a rose
|
050613
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... |
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z
|
lemon blossom now redolent and heady scent as rose bloom closes
|
050613
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... |
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rubydee
|
calendula maize helianthus six feet tall hummingbirds gather
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050614
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... |
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factory reject
|
gathering here in a twisted maze called life yo no comprendo
|
050614
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... |
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jane
|
esta noche, no te preocupado, mi amor. calmate.
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050614
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... |
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z
|
between darkness fern light on rain night green fingers the moon hides in trees
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050615
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... |
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Doar
|
the moon cannot hide while the world waits to pass on the cold shadows of day
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050615
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... |
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mourninglight
|
hide your eyes in the bright shadows of the morning cool watching, waiting, now
|
050625
|
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... |
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marie
|
Waiting, all my life I was waiting- when will I reach the end? Tell me.
|
050823
|
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... |
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Strideo
|
tell god I am here let him know about my life I feel so obscure ...
|
050903
|
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... |
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z
|
i think grasses wave all though mist and fog obscure and the sun is down
|
050907
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|
... |
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Death of a Rose
|
obscure is where i hide, when the grasses speak across the span of the fields
|
050907
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... |
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ferret
|
the grass is all gone in the house of the future you CAN hack that milk
|
050907
|
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... |
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zeke
|
grasses wave in breeze music in no key they are tall bamboo singing
|
051021
|
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... |
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z
|
endless shifting light tall lines of bright and dark cross bamboo shadow woods
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051121
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... |
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zeke
|
dark wooden chair placed under edge of dappled shade caught in a shower
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051122
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... |
|
andru235
|
silvery shower upon the dark wooden chair thuds like a bongo
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051123
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... |
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z
|
cascade splashes bright silver shower grass and stem water flows to sea
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051202
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... |
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z
|
torrent rages by trees crash boulders roll in flood grasses witness all
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060120
|
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... |
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z
|
wind is silent ghost pushing me in it's raging leaves and sticks fly past
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060127
|
|
... |
|
Ptolemy DCLVIII
|
The whirling zephyrs gentle nudge from Aeschelus: "Go southwestward, friend!"
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060128
|
|
... |
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z
|
hot wind scours sand stone bits fly and edges crumble and seeds carried too
|
060315
|
|
... |
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o_caritas
|
shit on my window -- thick, white inverted teardrops; the birds have spoken
|
060324
|
|
... |
|
Ultimate
|
I Enjoy Sasauge Stright from the Pig's Intestine Where is the bacon
|
060324
|
|
... |
|
oren
|
Sir Francis Bacon A scientific genius Who wore big collars
|
060324
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jordie
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Oh! man with tall neck You are not alone My neck is mis-shaped
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060517
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z
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white in the water black legs reflect ripple sun long neck arcs a crane
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060518
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jordie
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through the soft arching I catch a glimpse of its flock pallid feathers shift
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060519
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Death of a Rose
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white feathers falling so softly in the cool damp atmosphere of her.
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060519
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Sculptornado
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less heavy than bricks, not as hard, nor as arid: Stratospheric She!
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060519
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oren
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Lucy in_the sky Follow her down to_a bridge Kaleidoscope eyes
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060520
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Death of a Rose
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two bridges, glowing in the fog, along this path blanketed my mind.
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060520
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jordie
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I gaze 'neath the moss understanding now the truth the bridges are one
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060521
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z
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the forest no path trees wild and thick over earth? no, it's moss close up
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060522
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rhin
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pungent mossy earth the bed of many creatures becomes her footpath
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060522
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oren
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I followed a path It was almost forgotten That's where I found you
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060522
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jordie
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Your face - it was pearl white as the moon in late may I shouldn't have gone
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060524
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z
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heron's white feathers though they look black silhouette against the pearl moon
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060524
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Death of a Rose
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black moon shining down upon these pearls strewn about like glass at my feet.
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060524
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z
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feet of glass, the reeds rising from still black water birds fly over now
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060624
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oren
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Deep underwater Faint shimmers of sunlight glow My final vision
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060625
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rhin
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no sequels in sight no resurrections allowed time to end this game.
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060625
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rhin
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time for a soap opera recovery?
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060625
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TW
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to end the game now destroys creativity let the mind flourish
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060625
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rhin
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to continue game indeed would be creative and was the whole point
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060625
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Farool
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The point, I believe, is to make clever haikus, but I could be wrong.
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060904
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rhin
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i was blathing about my point, not 'the' point. ignoring my contribution = peace & continuity
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060904
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birdmad
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Hummingbird in tree the wind is warm and humid Summer is ending
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060905
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not tonya
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purple flowers bloom free drinks for the hummingbird the bees get some too
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060905
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Farool
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"Come get some!" I yell, And they do, to my dismay. I'm much too cocky.
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060906
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Death of a Rose
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In this I bellow, Art is here in this hollow, Scream while you still can.
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060906
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zeke
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bullfrog bellows croak plying his hollow art now then silent in grass
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060922
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Farool
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A frog is sitting, He leaps off his lilly pad, The sound of water.
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061002
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z
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water is a sound the sky is silent silver rain is loud today
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061106
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()
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( silent silver fish swarm in an infinite loop making surface splash )
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061129
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Ptolemy DCLVIII
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Sleek, stealthy swimmers Schooled in things oceanic The waves... endless waves...
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061129
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Death of a Rose
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swimmers slipping on waves, blue in thought, green in deed, waiting for the end.
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070111
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z
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waves roll and crash on in sunlight and under moon wind on winter grass
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070111
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~
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"Sine me up," he said, in the glow of Sol, et al, his breath upon frosts...
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070111
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z
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soft cyan blue glow dimpled and pitted ceiling trapped beneath the ice
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070111
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z
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warm pebble grass seat watching blue glow scatter flick wind wipes warmth away
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070723
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pSyche
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the wind and you made as one great driving force I am slowly scattered
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070724
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z
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many seeds scattered open hands hold nothing now they fly, some will grow
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071003
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z
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they fly! drifting slow drift moment of dip or waft lit haloed by sun
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080304
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sameolme
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sunlit halo drifts down framing your face for me to see.
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080304
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e_o_i
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temple pulses red, eyes flicker iridescent; your face will freckle
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080304
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pSyche
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you flicker like flame the right thing versus passion thus quick our demise
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080304
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z
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under dead damp leaves liquid smoke seeps, dripping up campfire flame unquenched
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080305
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asher
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smoke curls from thin lips snaking upward to the blue it makes me dizzy
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080306
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mustard
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"blue raspberry?" no, they are called blackberries and they don't taste like that.
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080307
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suicidalchinadoll
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nothing tastes quite like a perfect kiss, a blue-black soul kiss dear stranger
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080524
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minnesota_chris
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kissing a stranger heart pounding, your mind abuzz oh oh my oh yes
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080525
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rubydee
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oh oh my oh yes strawberry ice_cream with fudge all sticky down there
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080525
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suicidalchinadoll
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sticky with the mess, the leftovers from the old refrigerator.
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080525
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pSyche
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refrigerated scraps of meals that filled us, things reiterated
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080706
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jane
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only scraps will feed the fire you set from nothing burning at my feet
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080707
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suicidalchinadoll
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lying at her feet twisted and burning in the flames behind her eyes
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080707
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suicidalchinadoll
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lying at her feet twisted and burning in the flames behind her eyes
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080707
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Doar
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these tears are filling a vessel meant for you now and the sleep is gone
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081102
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In_Bloom
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these tears are filling Night to Day again Growing heavy with something Maybe tears or rain
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081102
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z
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night rain silent tears dawn reveals tracks on glass walls i can't feel their chill
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081103
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ambermoon
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glass walls looking through naked under your spotlight discovering me
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090420
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unhinged
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you asked me to write you a longish letter i'm over it now
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090420
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In_Bloom
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furitive then still so many times I wrote to say what's the point again
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090421
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ambermoon
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sharpest point ever blood runs freely over you suffocating me
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090421
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z
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roots in moss cling wet red water leaks like earth's blood ocher stains rock's face
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090422
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In_Bloom
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It's sure beautiful That patch of moist soft alive Begs you tread gently
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090422
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z
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ants do ant stuff here mouse tracks in soft sand i see careful where you tread
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090422
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z
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spider tracks on web lost in constant resonance hum of life persists
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090819
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Soma
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the constant moves on eternal spinning through the inconsequental space
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090819
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z
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curled, sides up, stem down spinning, wafting, slow descent maple leaf seeks pond
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091112
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In_Bloom
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opening more more Then in waves ebbing back breathe fall together now
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091112
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Doar
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waves scouring me devouring each little piece downwards till death .
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091113
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In_Bloom
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sharps worn over time how long until nothingness comes Blue and Green glass us
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091114
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z
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hazy, green, sometimes blue, brown, cloudy clear, rubbed soft sea gift washes up
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091202
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In_Bloom
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Call me your treasure In Blue eyes turning to Green I'll shine out for you
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091202
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Doar
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and I call treasure drowned and defeated, olden fingers scatching down. .
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091203
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In_Bloom
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Someday I'll be that A relic ghost of what was Maybe one still loved
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091203
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Doar
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Stilled_loved isn't a needless want, but thought focused with love in your heart.
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091204
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z
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damsel fly, fallen lands in frosted, crunchy leaves never to fly, stilled
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091204
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z
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frosted eyelashes blink the heavy white burden snowstorm in the east
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100225
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oren
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Awesome Frosted_Flakes Sugary breakfast goodness Tony knows his stuff.
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100226
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jane
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i can't stop thinking about tony, who he's with, and if he'll return.
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100226
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z
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geese past horizon frost and snow chased them southward cold stops their return
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100301
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Doar
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cold is not shaken, but stilled as the geese fly south, feathers you still find. .
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101007
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z
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cold, stilled between gusts silence between tree and tree winter's breath returns
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101007
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snook
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sprawling hands to keys blue light near to knees, bend these my own language please
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101007
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Doar
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hands to keys are not, a cold rememberance here, rather an over here. .
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101008
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Doar
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hands to keys are not, a cold rememberance here, rather an over here. .
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101008
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Doar
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hands to keys are not, a cold rememberance here, rather an over here. .
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101008
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Doar
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hands to keys are not, a cold rememberance here, rather an over here. .
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101008
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Doar
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feakin comp...
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101008
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Bespeckled
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Cold fingers can tap against cold keys just enough to find warm feelings.
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101008
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Doar
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Warm taps against keys, Overide a cold keyboard, They can mean anything.
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101008
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phil
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damn you, stupid whore you fucking dumb sluts you die and burn
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101023
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e_o_i
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Is someone grumpy? Prostitutes and cremation are irrelevant.
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101023
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oren
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Sleepy and Sneezy, Happy, Bashful, and Grumpy, Then Dopey and Doc.
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101023
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Doar
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Fairy tales you spot, listening from the the leaves, fall softly from there.
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101023
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phil
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Lousy scum I'm not afraid phony game
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101024
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perfectly_chaotic
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Hollow pumpkins. Fiery faces dance below stars - The glass slipper fits.
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101024
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Doar
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Sitting in the field Awaiting a purpose the light within them.
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101218
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o caritas
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years pass, i come here; i seek things lost, forgotten; sometimes i leave crumbs.
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150419
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... |
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paste!
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chipmunks sensually massage acorns in their hot cheeks waiting for trumpets
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150419
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... |
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Doar
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Moon lifts sea, but not The ones who sleep on the beach Each wave a shovel
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160519
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()
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boyed by the moon's lift i ride, towed across surface, i have lost the shore
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160520
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Doar
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surface reading once became why everything was lost for so long
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160522
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... |
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Freak
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Meandering lost Trying to find my way home Burried underneath
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161008
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Doar
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Here I am lost with rivers eating all my thoughts, until washed by you.
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161010
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()
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lost in susurrus the whole ocean pulls at me wind is at my back
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161011
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Doar
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back from the desert shift in attitude, coarse sand pours over grey bones
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161011
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z
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grit my fingers dry arachnid seekings cold light air dries my breath now
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170411
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... |
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z
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grit my fingers dry arachnid seekings cold light air dries my breath now
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170411
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... |
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Doar
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grit becomes slow rubs and fog filled days free flowing in all that matters.
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220624
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Death of a Rose
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the matter of coldness is nothing compared to us when snow falls softly
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220704
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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