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Who can say?
What if true love does exist
in the medial of her bosom?
Is this smile,
she feels crawling across her visage
just a folly,
whence s..
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Ah, moonlight. Thine gentle, lingering charism.
How it drifts, and lingers upon the air.
How it enchants my eyes. Thy mesmeric rhythm.
What light..
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a quote :)
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Night
Shadows do so often take,
afternoon promenade
amongst the byroad of
the idle abbey.
Passive, dim, mindless men.
See no presage.
Innoc..
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Angels cloak those in anguish,
those who weep forsaken tears.
The masses that made,
those that man never forgave.
Sometimes I find myself
an idle..
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excerpt: "Aren’t we capable of loving ourselves for the first time to the fullest extent?? Ah! Perhaps it is not so easy as the author proclaims..
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excerpt: She prayed, and begged to her Papa that she might have an earthly father, but as she grew older, the prospect of ever finding a real dad grew..
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excerpt: " Ann: “ wasn’t suppose to be born.” Also she: “ was suppose to be a boy.” She was never loved by her Mother...
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excerpt: " ( When mother nature is drawing close to another chapter in her book of seasons she likes to finish them hastily.)"
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Rose would tell herself: “ You are almost eighteen, it’s to late to look for a Dad.” “ Your almost an adult, grow-up and get ..
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