like poetry she's giving me bad habits
whenever she eats
her fingers would scoop a morsel or two
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His sweats a salty syrup
He muttered time is up
And crashed with a mighty splash!
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She gives it in my dream
pours it on my night
with the day's first gleam
sprinkles in sunlight!
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When the westerly sun
on the canvas spills red dye
fly the birds to the other end of the sky!
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Perfection is perfectly boring.
Trying to be perfect is interesting.
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Sometimes it’s just fine to look away
Without pain’s twitch a word to say
Pretend it’s nothing that’s all too harsh
Look up from ground to the far up stars.
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Love's language maybe lost in translation
Love's flavor is never.
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How do I go on when she's not there
how do I live the emptiness
how do I breathe one of the broken pair
how do I pass those lonely days!
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With her grandchildren on the seashore
where the sky has mingled with sea
a rumbling she hears over waves' roar
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