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A little boy tugs his Grandmother's apron strings while she cooks and dreams of becoming a famous chef...regardless of the cost and sacrifi
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hastily clouds pursue the fallen sun
then twilight, the hourglass that chases night
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I sat on the foot of your bed, a mere inches from your bay window pedestal as we talked. Watching your eyes watching the skies rain a bapti
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revised since the poor cut and paste posting attempt. lol
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We sparked like fire in the dark
my Joan of Arc burning like desire
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Two fingers on the pulse of remorse whilst under the thumb of gratification.
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Night dies a martyr's death
so that sun-ray fractals gift a luminous place
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I understand the pride of race
that of religion and creed.
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Wrinkled cottons and somber solace.
Post gluttonous libations from the Savior's chalice.
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all seams fair in ignorance and bliss
hear the song and reminisce
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We are but a dog
chasing a bone, that has yet
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Don't wanna ponder my troubles no more.
Stopped tryin' to answer the riddle.
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sparkling eyes gleam
on the cusp of a dream
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Found myself contradicting an epiphany.
Perhaps the epittamy of my soliloquy.
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I sit isolated in a busy diner.
Angry at you. Myself.
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A recipe for you from my repertoire with love.
Easy to do, but still notched a cut above.
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I take glimpses like shots, now I’m drunk in your eyes. I foresee slow dances…fingertips on your thighs.
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You were the light that shined into my void
and on my momentary lapses of reason.
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Dad must have viewed parenting as some kind of cult,
left my mother alone without consult.
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From the end to the beginning
I'd moonwalk in zipper pants to
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Shattered dreams cut a jagged edge
to disfigure the face of life's ambition.
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Tipsy from your love...sweet wine
that flows like a mighty river
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Illuminating beams from twilight's observant eye
meet ominous whispers from a time long ago.
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confuse the believer
plite of the dreamer
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got my head in a cloud- hope to chat with god
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