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His ill looking eye never confided in me The cavity that lay in this chest is anything but morbid Miles of grooves and fortresous i wish to sleep in him  I should have taken her golden embrace
  Light becomes day in the seconds come, Will sun have killed by pressing thumb; Thou wilt not ever to me prove That wantest me to be thy love.   Thy gifts are faded by discord
dear aspiring traveler, would you still want to travel the world even if you could not take a camera with you? oh, awake and seize this opportunity to see majestic Everest,
If only you could see,My favorite place to be.A place where I can rest Is nature at it’s best. The water ripples near So loud it's all you hear.A secret place to be, A spot made just for me. In shallow waters still,To touch would send a chill.A sh
Archaic figures haunt your somnolence,
O, sea-soaked soul that rides the pother pale
  Shades of black collide above, jostling each other Lines of stars bright and white, so vividly wild. Wind sheathing our bodies with every gust, Black leaves cascading downward into a dark swirl.  
The light is muted, and how I love it As it drapes itself atop the features of this room clinging to chairs, to papers, to belongings strewn about, as reluctant to move as I.  
The potted plants that line the stairs To my mother’s house, Are a sad reminder Of what we all left behind. Moving never gets easy, The houses get smaller and smaller, The soil dryer and dryer,
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