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I feel so lonely And lost Like I'm drifting Not forward Not floating But drifting Effort fueled drifting And the balance That my mother A..

Point me where sins are forgiven By a cynical atheist Who insists life isn't worth living, Sips whiskey, and pleads his arrest Point me where th..

Raggedy Ann is still left on her shelf, She always loved others, but never herself. She plays all day and she sits all night, The sun shines throug..

Feelings are certainly funny things, Forget-me-nots flutter as if flowers grow wings. Fear itself is the root of these flies, Flying in chaos, c..

Broken hearted rambling induced by a fastly approaching winter.

Environmental poem.

Symphonies synchronously satisfy strangely sad retributions And your retired regrets remain remotely available. Aggravating antagonists..