Saint Cynosure Poems

Come close my love,
to touch your face,
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns,
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He had the dream,
to hear the screams,
of a million aching men.
He sold himself with rhetoric,
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You're pathetically ugly,
thats what they all say.
As they frolic together,
in the summer and play.
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The greatest poet to be found,
is by the numbers not just by sound.
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Once you learn who you are,
you change what you were before.
You put new rags upon your back,
leave the old ones on the floor.
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This world was built on little signs,
in lines in place by fives.
Signs to read aloud to friends,
and signs to walk right by.
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Death sweet death,
the visitor,
dark color at my door.
I'm hesitant to answer,
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All outside is white as snow,
except for Edgar Allen's crow.
Quietly and so serene,
till Edgar Allen's crow does scream.
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A darker hour awaits her,
much to my delight.
Her temp of fate mistakes her,
but I shall set it right.
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Use me,
abuse me,
show me that I'm loved.
Pick me up and kiss me,
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