Not Long Left Poems

like prisoners finally freed,
the children flee from the school,
restrained minds, tied up tongues,
untied.
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Always dissapoinment.
nervously smiling, sweating uncomfortably.
bad breath fearing.
together lips entwining.
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won, to, free
look at me,
i can count forever.
i know that lions come from the jungle,
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sitting on a train,
returning from the home of pain,
there she sat,
as she turned the final page,
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This is for you my gentle flower
whose petals I stole and crushed
Leaving you naked and exposed.
An act of selish mortal lust.
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The gentle rising,
of the sleeping childs chest,
silent in its movement,
smooth velvet skin,
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The room was warm
and the lights were bright
fully clothed in designer clad,
I sat at the freshly waxed table
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Not one word is worth
the birth upon the paper.
Not one line feels fine
like a quick fix i split,
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Among the suffocating weeds
of this overgrown city I found you.
Defiant in your beauty, shielding
yourself from the ever emerging
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tear drops fall with each direction,
each tear tells a tale,
each day we play with words,
to analyse our actions.
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