

The Last DecemberA grey sky mourns the white of snow, Silence soaks the sound of woe. A broken heart mends a fading soul, Quietly alone, solemnly flow.The Last December
Portrait the few summers in snow, With the moving ocean froze in cold, Drown the stars and watch them glow In the burning water flow in bold.
Hide and seek those angels eyes, And house the thoughts I had in mind, Where find the devil in disguise, Shadows and love have left behind.
Year ends this past of mine, Such time our lives have subtly climbed, A season lasts in ice defines The endless bli


AcheEyelids half-closed in slumber, I sigh a barely audible murmur as careless strands of her strawberry hair tickle my shoulder blade. You would think that I’d be accustomed to this daily routine, but I always jump in surprise when she pecks at the nape of my neck with her kisses. Feeling the inside of her thigh curl around my waist, I turn around to embrace her, and thread my arms through hers.Ache
I greet her with a lazy grin as my eyelids flicker in adjustment to the morning light. Hey sleepyhead, she smiles. Searching her curious stare brings a new revelation with each passing view. The blind-filtered sunrays that bring warmth
I've read your poems as well but haven't had time to make any constructive comments. I will do so next week. Promise.
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_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
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The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss
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Innocence will strut into a room and flaunt its beauty for a rapist.
-me
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i co-run *Synaptic-Art
and am a member of *thegoldenratio
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Innocence will strut into a room and flaunt its beauty for a rapist.
-me
----
i co-run *Synaptic-Art
and am a member of *thegoldenratio
--
Innocence will strut into a room and flaunt its beauty for a rapist.
-me
----
i co-run *Synaptic-Art
and am a member of *thegoldenratio
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