Noverse nosong
sleep at night and stay patient
at least bottom line
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A child
eight years old
a boy
117th boston marathon
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A sphere of silence
a circle of breathe
my heart
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absolute abstract
like my poetic life
on my rainy shore
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in the glooming loop
your sunrise and your twilight
i only live once
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In my stretch limo
time flies like a missile
i read lucretius
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Maybe a cypress
a walnut tree or an orb
as i am poet
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Now and then music
is like a perfumed world
around your thin neck
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For today or now
maybe a revolution
my fridge is empty
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