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ImmolationA Poem by GPKThe men in grey outfits and red bands came to the town square.The group already was gathered, as the news bulletins where received day earlier.Suite c.. |
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CatamaranA Poem by GPKThe sun dips into the horizon across the wide expansive bay. The pastel colors glistens’ off the gentle currents of the wave. It was sure a fant.. |
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They Will Hear The Name, and Think of Me.A Poem by GPKTime is preciously wasted with the fleeting ticks from the clock.The hands spin across the face, non-forgiving.Why do we age? Why do we live? Why are .. |
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Looking Through Stained Glass WindowsA Poem by GPKLooking through stained glass windowsCandles flickering in the darkVoices echoing in the chamberThe house of holyOn hollow groundThe rebirth of a soul.. |
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My Pencil, My ToughtsA Poem by GPKToday, I pick up my pencil to write. It has a different feel then when I type. My thoughts flow through my mind, each acting as if they know where the.. |
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