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T.R.

T.R.

Who?

Am I blind or deaf?
Am I seeing right?
A so beauty sight
A sound like a breath
And eyes oh so bright?
 
Is it night or day?
I can barely tell
But I’m under hail
And all I can say
Does not ring a bell
 
Am I thinking sharp?
Do I see the doll?
Did I trip and fall?
Do I hear a harp?
Do I think at all?
 
Does she look me back?
Does she come so close?
Does my heart attack?
She cure what I lack
Or my comatose

Altre opere di T.R....
With The Roaches I Share

With the Roaches I share An inanimate Stare And a messed up appearance That I cannot bear A Thought without clearance
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Thunderspark

I felt it that day And not hard to say I could never see But felt right away I felt it a bit
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Strings

There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
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And Will She Ever

If she were to understand Then she would not accept me So I am glad But also so sad She knows when she sees the scar
More Than I Should

I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
Kingdom of the Prince

In all of us is a hero Who helps the poor and ill Invisible as a beetle Who moves as time stand still He lives in a kingdom of hearts
Four Seats Empty, Six Seats Taken

Four seats empty, six seats taken. And I had one with a view Making sight seem lesser blue. But for those who seem mistaken, They would tell me stories too.
Before I Forget

I’m going to die I know that now For this I don’t lie For I don’t know how The words don’t come out
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In A River Where There Are None

And you and I can keep going And you and I can recover For the blood flows as the river g… And I and you float on its waters And I and you know well
I Am The Sultan

As I make my way to the metal Where the flames burn my desires, I drop my newly found petal, For it keeps me warm. I do walk my way to my sack,
July

Walk the steps that near the cente… Feet away from where we enter. Embraced by my dear defender A ghost of me still lingers there. Blades of grass, small turtles sna…
Mr. Metal

My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
A Room. A Girl. A Mirror.

It was a dark room, but she was br… There was only nothing in this roo… I could see her eyes. I could se… All her radiance felt warm. Soot… I craved her warmth. I walked to…
7th Of The Month

I walked in as I did every 7th of… And as I caught up on the situati… I noticed a fly go into the room. The fly landed on the wall Where the stains of the previous a…
Ember Man

Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four



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