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The Language of Despair from wintersolitude 783 days old
I taught him English. He spoke of mirrors and empty glasses, Things he had always wanted to break Like promises and relationships. Ours had no beginnings, Neither ...
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Without You from wintersolitude 1545 days old
For all the people who matter Without You Night is incomplete without Day The flowers die without sunshine, The sheep loses its way without the shepherd, The ...
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It Would Be Good - A Poem No One Would Read from wintersolitude 1555 days old
[ ... ] too. It would be good If I need not have to write this poem Like one running out of space for one more verse. No one will read it anyway.
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