Poems from tim rochow

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i write what mind mind tells to me to write
I hear you, That repetitive oceanianic pulse, Calling to me, Beckoning me to bathe within you, Sending me to my doom, But my resilience is...
She sat in the crowded room, She could see them all, But noone saw her, She was invisible, Always unseen, Noone even remembers her name,...
You could see the pain in her eyes, The trauma, The anguish, The torment, What horrible ordeal did she endure?, What sin's were subjected...
Her time was running out, She could feel the seconds ticking away, Like an heartbeat, But in an erratic an inconsistant beat, Soft at first...

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