Poems from Writers block

In the dead of night, a time closer to sun-up than sun-down, He starts the herculean task of hibernating in the cold and dark wilderness,...
Last night I was dreaming a dream, You were back by my side I was happy, but had to wake up, and open the blinds Sun pouring in illuminated...
You could call me a hermit, a recluse, a vagrant, a displaced and destitute derelict dying for a digression from my daily life and if you...
With her it feels like I didn't spend the last 15 months depressed   It feels like I don't hate to wake up and get dressed   I even forgot...
 I love to love and hate to hate I love long nights and short days I hate early mornings and restless legs I hate public speaking and...

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