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All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
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The cry of battle Echoes through the halls , tears fall at the sound of Taps
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Introduction I know there will be others who can answer this question far better than I, but I thought it was a good subject to state my personal thoughts and observations in a villanelle.
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When you courageously quit the fights that are going on within yourself, you get to the start of a new one. I chose to concentrate on myself and so I started to be alone, to exercise, to study, and to be social.
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The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
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His kiss is so revealing A tingle down my spine My hips are crazy moving Hes making sure the joy is mine Later my friends asked what happened
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Buds burst into light Life awakens from its slumber Spring's true beauty starts As I take walk in the backyard garden I notice the changes like the cold grip in the mornings are beginning to fade.
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I. Warm, warm, my milk flowered breath bears fresh laden scents of my mothers breast. . Precious, precious, I toddle to and fro,
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A light is shone, a man stands there alone. We're waiting for the music to arrive, To fill hearts in the hall of red and gold.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
