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The Reason
Why do you look Like everything I ever wanted?
Love
?
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Cada Vez
Letras que necesitan un cantante; Palabras que quieren una canción. Porque me preguntaste si podía; Porque pensé que deberías saberlo. Cada vez, Cada vez, Te veo. ¡Hay baile otra vez En mi corazón! Cada vez, Cada vez, Te veo. ¡Hay fuego otra vez En mi corazón! Cada vez, Te veo,
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Diode Hung
I’m your hero; you’re my zero making my one sprung.
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Saudade
Being too empty, being too full of love, for something too far away. Rain. Heavy sometime during the night. The puddles are ponds. The energy is low and warm like snow is pregnant. Snow is bound waiting for tomorrow. Rain is right now. Pay attention: The rain demands attention right
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Forever Moon Skies
What each night sky knows Each sunrise lacks.
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A Certain Sad
Sad today. That welcomed warm sad. The sad you want to stay. That certain sad missing piece. You’ll never know peace, Without this missing piece. Sad day right day to be with That thing. That: -thing-thing-. The only beautiful: -thing-thing-. Rain day, sane day, window-pane day.
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This Bay Window
It is definite just before death, I will rest my hand, On this necessary neglected bay window. But will I be absolved to keep the memories of: When I held your soft creased palms, honest and adored in mine, When your so close fingers, soft swept open my hard sullen
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For Pablo, Para Ti
"Soneto XVII o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida,
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The Secret of the Moon
Watching loons at Massabesic Lake while other people fall in love. Pastel dusk sky. Orange is only ever beautiful next to lavender. Traffic. So much at once. People and problems come in clusters. Headlights off the water brings The Night Sky whisper close. He’s got a message for you:
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My Most Powerful Peace
I’m crazy for a certain Muse. This real body corporeal. Sacrosanct, corporeal. My sense jumped At the sound of fireworks. A grand finale Here you are again. A gain for one spirit Dancer heart entrancer. So much power. My flower. Your skin petal soft Cotton Covered stomach peach fuzz
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The Heart Wants a Slow Dance
What the heart wants is a slow dance; The floor is too fast. A touch too quick is friction in the brush. The pulse grinds steel against jagged steel Short shock sparks mis-labeled matchboxes For a miss-matched lit match. But the heart wants a slow dance Friction-less
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Spin, The World
To follow a dream is to be fed by that dream