Tag: poem
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The Dean’s Office
. There in the front worked an angel so rare With pouting red lips and skin velvet cream The sunbeams dance through her long golden hair At night, she sings in my electric dreams . I can see it all, like an epic poem Yes we build a love that will never die Raise perfect…
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Wistful
It is the home you made but can no longer enter It is the lover that you can no longer kiss It is the pain that you cannot undo It is the scar that you cannot erase It is the rapture you cannot reclaim It is the mundane It is the painful It is the…