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On my tongue rolls the taste

Of fresh white snow

That in my haste

I gobble and swallow,

The cold flakes melting down,

Trapped in my throat,

And now the flow

Around me wets my coat.

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Only you

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‘I’m not a romantic nor much sentimental,

My heart was never sweet; who dares call me gentle?!’

This is but a disguise, a clever thought mantle,

Which took a second to completely dismantle…

For as soon as I looked, as soon as I saw her,

The world turned to a blur, I was instantly hooked,

Came the electric shock, amorous contraption,

Oh the most powerful chemical reaction!

Our eyes met a moment, for a single instant,

And everybody heard, no matter how distant,

The deep, bright explosion shaking my whole being,

They heard the dam breaking, my emotions freeing.

They saw the perfect sound, heard the perfect color,

As I basked in pure joy, far removed from dolor.

It took a single touch of a hand, a soft breath,

To fill my head with thoughts of us in life; ’til death.

For as soon as we crossed gaze, beautiful white dove,

I knew immediately, I had fallen in love…

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There is a song that is old, that is new,

There is a song that is cold, that is wet,

One made of precious hard gold, heaven’s brew,

One that is, though often told, hard to get,

Melody many times fold, life and death,

Harmony at the threshold, one more breath,

Oh giving strength to those bold and those not,

They, who break out of the mold or are wrought,

A tune that has long been rolled, mouth to ear,

A tune all witness unfold, there to here.

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One step, two steps, ten steps,

A hundred and then a thousand steps,

One mile, two miles, ten miles,

And then a hundred thousand miles,

Bit by bit, little by little

No matter how fragile, how brittle,

Build up your dreams and your future,

Choose your path and carefully nurture…

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Yes my dear! Now please pull that lever over there,

Turn the faucet, flip the switch and punch in the time,

Switch on the light and close the door, oh but beware!

Do not touch the breaks, I love hearing that sweet chime…

I’ve seen many a thing, met many a being,

So tell me now my dear, and don’t hold on your breath,

Anywhere, anytime: of what are you dreaming?

Come, let’s run together, through time, space, even death!

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I’ve got this machine in my head,

Thudding tempest of my dread

I can’t stop it, I cannot flee,

It runs continuously,

Leitmotiv behind the curtain

Going round and round again,

Suppressing every other sound

In the darkness all around,

White noise amplified by the chug,

Rocking sea turns into drug,

I’m going mad, I want to scream,

Sanity goes up in steam…

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There is a girl living in my dream,

But sadly I do not know her name,

She lives in the forest, by the stream,

Far from humanity, far from fame;

Sometimes goes out to the wild to hunt

The nightmares, dark, twisted and lurking,

Chasing them away, turning them blunt,

In hope of one day saving her king.

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I want it all,

I want it now,

I’ve no patience,

Not big, nor small,

I swear avow.

My existence

Needs a rhythm,

A set of rules

To make me move,

Algorithm,

Advice from fools

Just won’t behoove…

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When is a door not a door?

Simple, when it is ajar…

While you may cringe to your core,

As this pun leaves a deep scar,

Can you feel the slight chuckles

That rise deep inside your chest,

And before your mind buckles,

Now aware that you detest

This joke and not just a bit,

Take a second to look back

Upon your life, quick flashback,

And you might have to admit,

Despite great fear and pretence,

Despite your views and your stance

On this matter which seems mad,

You have now become a dad!

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