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After

After the silence, and the violence, and after the rain has stopped falling, and after the telephone has stopped ringing, and the bird has stopped singing, and the night has begun to fall, we stare at the heavens, and at their twinkling lights, that shine so bright as I stand inside, and I, I watch […]

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After the rain

After the rain came, after the rain came, and you were washed away down the street, I sat in the café, and I had two lumps of sugar with my coffee, and I sat contemplating, contemplating the fragility of you, and I wondered if you would ever change, I wondered if you would ever change, […]

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After the morning

After the morning storm, from whence such destruction was born, and what a fearsome sight it is, and what great damage there is, caused in such little time, and the time it takes to build a house, is quickly forgotten, because the destruction of the hurricane, comes faster than in a blink of an eye, […]

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After midnight

After midnight, I count the stars and I, I wait for the dawn, And I sit by the fire as the embers rise, and inside is, well I am not sure, is it a feeling, is it uncertainty, is it intuitiveness, I do not know but I feel empty, for these nights are lonelier, lonelier […]

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Adored

You were adored, you were adored but not anymore, you were adored, adored but I grew bored, for you never reciprocated in the same way that I did, and I felt for you a lot more than you felt for me, and I felt half of what I should after a while after a while […]

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Adoration

Adoration, adulation, is not what I need, because all I need is time to breathe, because this love is far too claustrophobic for me, and your love is incessant in its bombacity, and it is too much, far too much for me, and although you have good intentions, and a good heart, you suffocate me, […]

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Adjunct

Adjunct, and punctual, I have got the marketers blues, for they have come to sell me my soul, and make me buy it back from, back from them again it is true, but what mutuality could be this superficial, and lacking beneficiality, for it tears at me this waste of time, and this depravity, this […]

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Acting

Fake happiness, acting out this feeling, being untrue, pretending to be happy when it is not true, oh, how often we do it, but why is there such misery, now, I have not a clue, for it truly baffles me, and it irritates me too, and oh, how silly it is, how silly, and I […]

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Across the stones

Across the stones to the streams and into the water, across the stones to the coolness of it, and there under the trees in the breeze, what beauty there is in the ripples and the gentility, and how powerful is the serenity, the serenity that descends upon me with its beauty, its beauty that enlightens […]

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Across the grass

Across the grass, along the path, I walk and I talk, and you laugh, you laugh heartily at me, and at my wet feet, as we cross the stream, and you give me your hand, and we cross the land, happy as can be, under the blue sky, in the sunlight, headed for the sea, […]

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