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I called the rain with all my heart,
wanting to feel its clean water on my face
washing away the heat and sweat
that the weightiness of the afternoon
insisted on leaving.
I begged it to wrop me in...
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The silence made friends with the night,
hugging it
like a brooch
in a piece of cloth.
It told the stars that shined in its neckline
and gently,
one by one,
it began to conceal their glitter...
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(Having fallen asleep on top of
an electric blanket)
Well, no one really got the joke
at first.
As lawns burnt brown,
as birds fell from the sky,
as winds blew hotter,
children cried of...
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it is on
vocal non-other things
so spoken sounds
agree on days there are
taken forever one travels
determin the non-effect there...
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Man is an Island
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Islands in the Sea of Consciousness,
flotsam adrift from conception.
Many individual glass soul,
...
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Spirits of the Hour Glass
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Times sands swirl in the winds of change
and are carried upon the conscience of sentience.
Streams and rivers,...
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