Poetheart Morgan Poems

I traced thin lines in a sea map

measuring
the distance between north and south
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They are coming
and i don't like that
accustomed to a smooth face
folded only by my laughter
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Slowly, Go ahead and cry
they are tears from ~water dreams~

that disband and disperse
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Dear last poem

I am very frustrated with you! In fact you almost ended up in the trash. You are only there, for my lack in understanding how applications work properly on my blog.
You spent a week in my head. Prowl around, tormenting me with the story of small drawers.
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drinking in a golden cup
licking the brim
Oh! licking the brim
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I need a good place
could be anywhere
to hide myself
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I cry for some few reasons
when I don't have a chocolate cake
when they break my W&N kit paint
When i hear that familiar sound
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That every sacred moment you are by my side
Be glory for my body
Be the master of my thirst
the power of my enjoyment
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A slam of door
Bang!
and one bruise was formed
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Once a farmer
always a good sower
dropping of branches of the pines trees
there, was the seed!
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