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A Poem by 117
Love is inevitable,
as the full moon wanes
As fresh spring turned to dry summer
and crisp autumn into damp winter
Babies grow old and die,
solder..
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A Poem by 117
In a tall tree on a lonely mountian
Don't know where I am,
I've got nowhere to go
So empty and sad
I think I've gone mad
Compass needle spinning
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A Poem by 117
Drawn on
Over ridge, through valley.
Callen on
Through thorn and bog.
After quarry, rarely seen
Young hunter, ever keen;
To prove his worth
T..
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A Poem by 117
The things I feel for you, I can't even begin to explain.
A broken lotus, crisp in the morning dew,
Radiant beauty, hiding in you
In the end it's j..
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