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We are on the edge of madness

Waiting for that push

That will consumed us

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If I gave you my love

Would you treasure it?

Would you

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Its 3 o’clock in the morning

I lay here in this bed trying to sleep

But there is no sleep to be found

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The taste of a women is like the fruit of life

Her skin soft and tender

As marshmallow clouds

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A dream is but only a dream until you dream it in your heart , for it is then and only then may you know the happiness that is called love...

Ken Riccio original poems ©

There is confusion of love

lying beneath the surface of passion

entangled within the once heart of adulation

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We are all junkies one way or another

Addicted to our job

Wasted to our wife

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I am earth

Water are you

Flowers the children

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There is a winter storm going on here

all the roads are closed

and the stores are buttoned down ever so tight

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The mechanical sound of

Steel gears are

Turning

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