**Dream not a pine but deciduous**

I'm just a body of my immortal soul
No stop from walk after once start of beat is my goal
Because I seek no high but to survive
And stop to this mortal is opposite of alive

I pray no more for I wish to be like a tree
To keep on growing forever and free
My leaves will fall and I will dry
But my new branch will replace and I'll not die

I'll not let the positive calm me, watching the grass
Because the tall trees will cast shadow for my thirst
I'll not cast any but stand same, share grass my manure
As this mortal seek no success high but fear failure

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He, with a cryptic mind.
She, with a cryptic soul.
Both encrypted codes in the same office.

Irony, none was able to decipher each other's feelings.

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Hey Dreamgirl,
Here is a cryptic letter for you to decode it.

All the best,

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// Betrayal //

They forewarn me about the
betrayals I am about to face,
Not knowing how suspicion
has been ingrained into
every cell of mine,
Having betrayed myself
A million times already,
That now I don't confide
the truth even in myself.
And then they ask me
Why am I so cryptic.

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Straight lines.

My grandmother sits on the edge of her bed
where medicines are not too far away
and resting isn't a task
but her hands never move in straight lines,
they sway, uneven, unsure
and she sleeps with a curved back.

I was taught in school that lines were vertical
and horizontal and oblique
But life never comes in straight lines
and nothing ever is parallel
everything intersects and moves apart
like the falling edges of an inverted smile.

(Rest in caption)

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I'd exhale
the spring and its flowers for, my love, Hades
but he gifted me a crown made of the bones
of his victories, flowers would wither away,
but my essence, if only, could linger long after
the cold dark winter seems inevitably forever.

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Within my body exists something cryptic:
Imparts disheartened mollifying,
Allows thundering muteness,
Pacifies heart's melodrama,
And the brain yearns for my existence!

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Can you see her on a horse?
Red riding hood on the rebound
Over the pale moon and far away...
She's svelte she's pseudo- silky
She's soft and seemingly serene
Words clear as crystal
Or hair-raisingly cryptic
Redundant or wil- o- the- wisp...
Drat! What's the word!

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in a world of !?. :
I'm a ,

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