If All the Stars Should Go

I will predict that all could end.
That time should slip
and suns should burn

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Five Miles

She says she is always there,
and I am always here,
so how is it
that five miles can feel
an oceans worth of divide.

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The Playground of Life

There is a gypsy in her hair;
a place where I slip off to breath,
a paradise of spring and new born things,
a playground made of laughter’s glee.

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Do not Fall For a Man Like Me

Do not fall for a man like me
I am not blind; I do not see.
I am the reason storms have names

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I Need You

I need you
because I need you,
not because
I need you,

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