O. C. Woods

</>STARS MY PUNCTUATION
FOR THIS CHAOS INSPIRATION
DARK SPELLS NEXT TO MOONLIGHT CANDELS
THIS DAY I'VE READ THE NIGHT, SHE TOLD ME I WAS YOURS.
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</>HE IS SITTING ON THE BIG RED COUCH
GINGERBREAD CRUMS ON HIS CROUCH
WONDERING MIND AND SWALLEN ANCKLE
RED SHIRT ON and a need to tackle.
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Back from The Black Cloudy Weeks
Tired but on my feet and ready to eat the tricks
Days like raindrops I'll never wanted leading the end
Getting ready for goodbyes, again friend
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The muse of mornings and evenings
is running from room to room, in small wooden steps
procratination's fading away when she shines
tears dried up under her purple spells
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My favorite destination is your shore
that bright golden clear sky you pour

You walk I run to fill the gap of life being not what I've wanted
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Build up things that will perish soon through easy wind
broken kaleidoscope and road told awful but I'm not blind
green gems on dark lively earth and her litle woodhouse shines
many pictures of different posture sweet Love of ours
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When mornings Winter wakes I'm lost, blind
meadows to valleys blurred with seas
the need to cross is no release
betting on the continuation through time
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'I've lost my strenght and my life,
and my friends and my good spirits; '
I've lost the days I was, the feeling I'm not sure of
Dark Black Void inside stomach hurts
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Dear old friends my soundtrack for a white night
Snow or sleepless? both and killing thought

write on this day that the poet is dead
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The song is new so are issues
When closeness is erased by distance
I feel sitting in one of these '80 windows' across the street
Blaming panta rhei or the definition of a degree?
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'The ocean takes me into watch you shaking
Watch you weigh your powers
Tempt with hours of pleasure
Take me one more time'
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With years spend loving the Star above my head
I cherrish the presence, your precious scent
the path we took is long but early to blend
we found the way to reach the dream, perfect ascent.
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La semaine passe comme le vent doux de Terni
élèves turbulents avant samedi à l'abri
les jours coulent comme l'eau du fleuve Sans Soucis
déjà le Printemps s'endort, l'été en appuie
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Home again and alone again
always trying to feel there and back at the end.
Dreams of these summers we ran to the Old Pine afar
haunt as love lingers with years to wound or scar.
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Yellow dusky shadow strikes after celebration
listenning to the songs taste of this weeken'
Sad but true is a limerick we will follow
until the stadium gets full we'll rock and swallow
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Once again I've passed by the tree saw that it was still there
floating with wind, the grim figure waits in dark orchard
trying to pass by to realise that I am running from scare
the cloaked tree now walks downward
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The moment is gone sleep prevents to realize
four verses four stars to constellation rises
Sunset for Cassie, whispers these words to send
greatest achievement if I reach the end.
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Ton astre dans mon ciel pour une décennie, enfin presque
flamboyante constellation ma quadruple fresque
rêve d'antan je chéris ton pouvoir
exquise Muse tu envoutes mes soirs
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The new pen writes only different vues heating icy papers
different tastes as the Sun explodes in words she cries
long is the time of the wait everlasting haste towards warmth again
I imagine how the color will strike your hair your skin
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The tree glows red now from pink to red
as I am soon to be dead...
all these books never to be open nor read
all these times to miss and worship your smiles shed
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