puppet.txt
my perception is not the same as you
the purple you see
the trees you seek
a response to eyes meet are new
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per rays of sun
the lashes planted on your lids
the lines make the smile on skin
muscle pulled moving puppets
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nerves against closure
something pulls us closer
shifting the worlds glaciers away
leave me safe in those puppet'd arms
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warmth
shutting my eyes in such state
slowed mind shining north
hurry i am late
splitpeasoup.txt
at a diner
split pea soup
served to dine-ins
filling each bowl
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a portion
for you and another
taking from the mother
the source which fills the air
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the attention twined care
measured to perfection
avoiding stained product
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not all like what they taste
others ask for more
some don't pay
walking out the door
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still then there is more
the mother is still warm
above a supervised flame
taking in heat
preserving the taste
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dirtied utensils
yet clean bowls
opinion to be disclosed
hate or love
payment is due
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taking from the mother
until empty
split pea soup