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When I was a child, crossing the street meant an afternoon, a forever setting, in a cloudless sky. It meant things attainable, like pebbles nearby a pond, we could jump in if we cared, smell like the seaweed and algae. – When I was a kid, the street no longer mattered, there were now tire…

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If while the world rotates, an axis always fluid, yet very much the same to the naked eye we stood alone for a time, would we fade into the soil, only regrading the vacancy of truth. – Perhaps I might still stand alone, though I’m thankful I can rely upon the eyes of her own…

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The sun rises but i am still awake  Because of you still thinkingWaiting you to decide Decide what you’re going to doDecide an hopeful dreamMy dream want it to became A real life experienceJust waiting to become realJust waiting to become a part of youWaiting just waitingWaiting like a puppy Waiting like a bookJust like…

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On the way of the East line Bring the poem you always read Shining silver speaks Libra unites the justice Fry your echos inside you On the way of the West cliff Take care of your path  Wooden axe cuts through you Gemini creates the long goal Fry your echos next to you  On the…

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When all alone in the sweet sunrise of our mind, we have clarity,  see the truth, we know the other side, that place in the darkness, so often we might, choose to ignore for the sake of this serene aspect, perhaps ‘a drive’  – yet, it is in this now, I can feel you, touch…

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When I first met you, I didn’t even want Even want to talk to you, even want to be close to you But I’m not regretful, even you were a mere devil Playing with everyones heart then broke it Just like a fragile glass broke But I’m glad that I talked to you Even you…

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She watches the crack turn to a chasm,Precious memories fall to no end.She must rebuild her world,From pieces of the surrounding rubble.She knows that one day her world will return,But it will never be the same,As the one she watched fall through the crack.   – Dee Clark (Writer & Poet) Follow me at @allscrawlwrites…

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In a sudden state of conclusion, a confusion, an interruption of our ultimatum, we were in a stirring rendition, of love, of fun, of childhood, when simply in the notice of our soul catcher, we were told it is time to go home. – Now in the quiet of the day, when laying back in…

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My world turned upside down, This is meant to describe a privacy, Yet how do I hide pain, An open wound, Filters beyond the expression of a day. – I am a good man, I believe that to be true, I am willing to understand Yet so opposed, I’d rather be of all demand. –…

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It was dark, just like a nightmare Everyone was drunk, not with alcohol The pending requests of mask’s will Masks of the prom, was waiting It was fake, just like a sculptor Everlasting night started, with masked monsters The walking trash fell down to the ground Masks of the prom, was creating It was white,…