Saint Cynosure Poems

On nights that are not full of moon,
I take my membrace walks.
Pass the broken buildings ruin,
where the ghost of all dead talk.
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Don't close your eyes,
don't turn away,
for you might miss my move.
I'll take a risk that you don't see,
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Paragraphs,
of words to be.
Written down,
to fill a need.
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My eyes bleed tears,
because this curse,
thats laid upon my head.
Tis no reason left to live,
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We two did become one today,
if only for a glance.
Our eyes they meet than danced away,
forbidden if by chance.
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I scrub and scrub,
but my hands aren't clean.
Theyre still dirty,
from the filth Ive seen.
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No words are spoke without a face,
no colors can be seen.
No sound is heard,
no scent is smelled.
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You push and shove me,
but say you love me.
You hit and kick me,
and say you need me.
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O circle of poets,
ring of friends,
Ive picked up my pad and pen.
To write the words that hang on walls,
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I close my eyes,
I turn away,
and yet you stand here as to stay.
I do not live,
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