Classic poem of the day
A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock
But now you come at noon.
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Center of my soul
Joined in the union of desire
Lost in the kiss, unwound in all directions
I revel in your loneliness
I revel in your missed road signs
Along the map we cannot read together
It is sweet, this darkness
That draws us together, slowly
Breaking apart into the abyss
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