Poetry
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So sweetly, your gentle love wound its way around my heart like delicate passionflower tendrils. O, but soon it transformed into a strangling kudzu vine: clinging, binding, suffocating, and finally withering my almost-beating heart — leaving a silent screaming wound. You and your vicious love.
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Some hearts were meant for breaking Unluckily born in vain Thornbird’s song in the making. Some hearts were meant for taking Not caring if they cause pain Some hearts were meant for breaking. Some hearts go through life faking It’s their tears that bring the rain Thornbird’s song in the making. Some hearts expect forsaking
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I wish I knew how to quit you* Although my heart breaks at the thought. But neither of us has a clue. I gazed into your eyes and knew This crazy love would come to naught. I wish I knew how to quit you. Sunshine, rain, and winter’s ice blue In a maze of feelings
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Recipe for a Fibonacci Poem 1 syllable for the first line 1 syllable for the second line 2 syllables for third 3 syllables for fourth 5 syllables for fifth 8 syllables for sixth 13 for the seventh If it’s true that we each have an astral body, I hope mine will find the one love
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Three martinis in: Night breeze whispers your name and I can almost feel you — swear I sense your presence — almost feel your caress, taste your lush, greedy lips as they brush mine. Almost. Almost. I inhale deep deeper and try to trying savor the scent of you. A lung-full of sweet balmy air,
Ergo, the Ogre 