She had no pen at all
I borrowed her a black pen
And she wrote a poem of pain
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Choice is a conglomerate
Cause you are viewing millions
but finding one
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It's a startling,
A dispersion of time
Suddenly it comes out as light
and falls on so many broken glasses,
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Love, where did it make?
And how my love far away from your heart
How it moves through my life?
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So many ways I think thee
my thousand stir of dreams have broken
as the drifted clouds
as the ripples of ocean
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Falling, easing, pinging over the night
the rain's shadow,
throughout the horizon
running between she and me
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Sparrow's twitter
From the dawn of
Hearing the hassle of Myna
This morning
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Spring is going to back
Silently dropping the purple petals
Bored noon,
The melancholy flute's of Shepherd
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wind of summer
too vagabond
drunk
touching the melancholy afternoon
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