I,
was a damaged toy,
a shattered glass;
a caged animal;
...
I met my eyes
last night in a dream
and I saw it liquefied and streaming
with blue tears.
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My love, be docile; for I am only a flower
Buried in the ground for ages incognito
Stroke my stem ever so gently to empower
and I will lift my face towards you in toto
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Walking back from work
Stumbling upon the drizzle
I look up at the canopy
The parchment stares back
...
Those eyes, they tell me tales that speak f'r themselves
in a language that which the likes of them stars speak
and so does the flower gnomes and the ocean elves
whilst, those actions bid to me otherwise as bleak
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Oh gardenia, thou who bloom in this sublunary world of leisure
If thy scent can enchant this heart with such ecstasy
How delightful will it be in blissful heaven, is my fantasy
Where every pleasure is multiplied beyond earthly measure
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Words, delicious words,
Words are the love of my life
When the pain jolts, I write
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The sun rose on this day with noteworthy vigour
The breeze stood-still with trustworthy candour
The flag whistled a chorus, with immeasurable pride
The red, the white and the green chimed
...
As the gentle moon beams
shimmer
on the flimsy ocean
while oscillating waves
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