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A day in the city is a myriad of sounds, embrace it, live it, envision it.
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You have been left alone young child!But do not worry,I will take care of you,And make arrangements for your guidance.I see a hero in you young babe,B..
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Run, Run, Run with demons,
Run for your life,
Before they come again
The shadows haunt you
The shadows torment you
Only cowards run f..
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My name is Helis,It has been that way longer than I can remember.I live in the realm of the wood sprites.Beauty is in their eyes,But I am not one of t..
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The doors of wisdom are never shut
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Caress me...Yes!Caress me beloved!Your touch is sunshine and honeydew!Do you feel blood rush between us,more and more with each passing thrust,Each op..
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"We all think of God when death comes to our doorstep, with its black cloak and its putrid breath, but rarely do we accept God's decision, we're all t..
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Tears fallAs I stand over the bodyThis was someone I had knownThis was someone I had lovedHad knownHad lovedNot anymoreOn the body I find a signetIt h..
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It still hurtsI can't bear to feel this pain anymoreThe sun is so bright,it speaks to me in a language of light,Soothing meCalming meMaking me whole a..
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Jacqueline Butterfingers inspired me with his "is poetry dead?" post. I thought I'd comment with a poem.
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