Misc. Poems
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The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds... -
Time slipped slowly
and all too rapidly until none was left... -
You were a star,
shining brilliantly... -
A samurai defends himself
when outnumbered... -
how small would You like me to be
small enough to fit in Your palms... -
Baby, can't you see
This isn't how it's meant to be... -
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walking on moss that is wet in any season we think...
someone reading something while someone else... -
Left the cage ajar
to free her but she returned... -
You, my creation, my art,
you... -
If I ask
the colour of your eyes... -
Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space... -
The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...