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Fear not long for this world am I,
With no shining light to go by,
No compass now to steer my way,
Retreat the sun it's golden day,
Grim realities..
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Sometimes I feel like the moon is staring at me with a wanton disapproval
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An ode to victims of human trafficking. 💔 (open to suggestions for the title)
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When know you do the man who wrongly condemns you to death, and with your last words call down calamity upon them.
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When death is sweeter, than to pang your lovers heart.
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On this cold, and wintry sunrise.
I've found some solace, to my surprise.
Love pangs the heart, and leaves it blue.
Sad moments when, these words r..
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A poem of a sailor, his perilous journey home wrought with grisly encounters. Longing for his lover things are not as they seem once reunited.
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I tried to write a villanelle. When two love each other and one loves another things set in motion that leave lovers asunder.
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From my deepest regrets and to my most bizarre desires,
The fewest words light the most intense fires,
And I must apologize if it all seems abnormal..
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What lies do you tell yourself daily?
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