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Sleep? We don’t know her
A foggy memory tickles my mind
I need to cry, but everything seems blind.
I’m 6 feet under.
The soil stained,
By my emotions,
Like greed.
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Youth
I loved
That carefree child of mine
Who’d skip through endless
fields of flowers
Without a care in the world
I loved
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Mother
I hear you ... singing to the sky
I see you ... dancing through the lies
I feel you ... your touch ever so dear.
I know you ... you are my mother, and that is clear.
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Loves
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Time
Blurred is the line of time,
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
That subtle figment of disbelief,
Coldly passing,
Again and again,
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The You That You Are
I love the you that you are when you are alone,
The you that you are when you’re at home,
When you look with soft eyes at the cat,
The you that you are when you step onto the doormat.