Misc. Poems
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Orange blossom showers
On organza silk... -
Her strained veins
pressed... -
Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment... -
As the needles pierce and puncture skin,
Another name is added in... -
Music, birds
death and life... -
There is no time like the present,
And no present compares to time... -
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So I've had to buy some spectacles
For I've been struggling with how I see... -
Every stroke of the pen
paper is filled with affection... -
Orange bleeds to dreary inky dusk . . .
I haul leaded legs over a hill... -
Falling through the earth to the darkness below
As if it were a clear night with no lights... -
Every single time the pen
scratches its tip against the paper... -
Who am I you may ask
I am an angel...