There's something in us
Doesn't want to win,
Something doesn't wish to live,
Wants to throw the towel in early;
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We are very much who we are
From the beginning breath
But will you remember who you were
When the body's dead?
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I forgot the stars above
Even look out for you,
I forgot the moon and sun
Reflect in eyes so blue.
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Don't leave your heart to scrounge old garbage bins,
Looking for things, discarded by others-
No, gently feed your heart with sustaining joy;
Like old yellowed books, with secret compartments
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Walking to outhouse
Flies foam like unwashed summer:
Noise everywhere
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My poetry's really meant as decoration
For the days of life that we get rationed;
My lines for scrapbooks, wrapped around vases;
Words embroidered utilitarian places.
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I went for a walk in the meadow
And spied an old dog in the hay;
Now old dogs know old tricks much better-
And none is so tricky, as they.
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Creation's left its markers
Imprinted on the being;
You have to know just where to look
To know what you are seeing.
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Earth-shine in your loved one's eyes
Is all you have for memories;
Moonlight died beneath their lids,
When death did his deliveries.
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Beautiful darling of my secret heart;
Secret of secrets, held apart-
Under lock and key, a whole world wrought:
Beautiful darling of my secret heart.
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