How much we give
is more often
a measure of our hearts
than our wallets.

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Ironically,
lilting verse
make for little poetry
than a heart in misery.

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I've no use
for fair weather friends.
The weather's always
rough in here!

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I run around
Looking for you
In circles, perhaps.
For why's it
Around each bend
It's me I find?

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Tell me your dreams
And I placed them before you
Each sparkling anew
Flinching under your touch
Unfettering their wings
Eager to set sail
Yet never took off
Sell me your dreams
You had said.
And I'd misheard.

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She walks in beauty
But it isn't the one you see
It's the kind of rarity
That even the blind perceive.

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Be perfectly flawed
In a world
That asks of you
Perfection always.

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I stay awake
for dreams gone by
served warning enough.

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A failing sun slips off it's veil,
Off my famished skin it glides.
As the dusk plants it's first kiss,
Upon its million shades I ride.

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He who wields a pen,
holds the power,
to heal your soul.
He who heals your soul,
holds the power,
to sway your world.

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