Phillip J Clayton
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It reminds me of somethingA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonMemories |
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Sixteen years of winterA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonMemories. |
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Something exquisiteA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonSensuality. |
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Something foundA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonRemembrance of time. |
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EcstasyA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonSensuality. |
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DarknessA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonA ceremonious descent into darkness. |
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RedemptionA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonHeartache |
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I crawl into my shadowA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonSadness |
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This vanishing lifeA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonExperiencing change, sadness, and depression. Tormented by misery. |
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The eloquence of painA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonWhat feels like the soul being ripped from the body, grounded up, and tossed back in with all the valuable parts removed, happiness and peace. |
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