Kampanje Aubrey Poems

Dreams, dreams, dreams, mine are quite
transient and serene
Flung from fingers inside of me, strumming
the inmost scars of my dreams
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Dear love, the craving for you has
worn out the shoes of my pillow,
I tread to no sleep
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Bird, nanny bird
Sing me a song
Soporific to my children
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I with nothing
but the luggage of hope
and moonbeams
inside my hands
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Imagine vivid secrets cached in the dominant
color of the night
A bottomless of belches begirt with portents
from their drums
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There's no prettier glow than one that wanders where my midnight camp
Dragging a vast population of darkness to their demise
And lingers a while among the stars until the dawn comes down
Clash, bang, i've met a traveller in the stomach of a desolate town
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A rope there was, in it the plumage
of death
Took it home, grew wings of death
and flew away
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The mountains and the canyons start to wobble and shake
As the beast in its hollow begin to wake
Glimpse the future beckon a simple man, he'll travel back when he can
To find an empress without an emperor
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Outside your window, waited for you
You did not come, and not once you do
Hey, hey, should you not be terrified
Play a dismal shovel maybe, to a sovereign
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My heart for a guitar, thine for
fingers
Sweep mine tender strings
fair musician
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