Your love gives me amnesia.
Every time I see you,
feels like the first time,
And I fall in love with you again.
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I was kissed by a shadow.
On a summer day, when the
Sun shone in the bright sky, she
Sneaked from a tree, and kissed me.
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Let me be, like
The tree that fell
In the forest,
And no one heard!
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Becoming cause and orchestrator of moans
We stand in shock; best we go to our knees.
The world ends, all left: roaches, mites and fleas.
The winds declare that we'll become mere bones
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Trapped in a new womb
An old man attempts rebirth
The skin refuses
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Of all these are some of my favorite things
The way a trees sways, the morning-lark sings,
Swallowing sea waves swallowing silent sands;
The pumping hearts, the ever-welcoming hands
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Just like Facebook, cheap chains are the days trend
They're swung like pendulums in the ghetto;
That rich on Wall-Street has them, but pretend
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December is always so very lame
Compared to May, when flowers bloom again,
Then I just sit and look for one to blame -
The poison Ivy, or bee’s precious pain.
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At seventeen, she closed her heart to all;
refusing ever 'gain to feel the pain
she shut her soul to love - it was the strain
that made it right for her to take the fall.
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Each poem is perfect,
Yet each is imperfect.
For poetry is like the wind.
Can you tell wind to blow?
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