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I pace the dim lit hollowed corridorsall them doors are closed, lockedsilence deems me no one cares.Dark, isolated as their presenceno one here to app..
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The gathering of souls has come, and this origin has risen from the depths of my woeful dens, but such vivacity has come down to my lowliness, one tha..
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Brother, remember the agility that came of us. So often, I am brought back to the very first time when the land became our song, and our mother, the l..
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By the rivers of green, be the bend, to hold the silence that ambiantly flows, audible can never hold its' essence. Heed to the gentle galloping winds..
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Where oh where is Alice?
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I wrote this back in 2006 at the end of that school year when I was leaving my Grade 3 students of Wapanok Community school in Thompson, MB just so I ..
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I care enough to describe not what the title is, decide to journey on your own and you can go ask yourself where the hell is Alice in this??? and stop..
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Oh Great one of the greater blue skies, I come to you before these waters, your essence instilled deeply within the depths
of my heart and soul, do r..
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My body feels it's gonna collapsebut the last and strong part of mewill not let go, so I sit here in painWhile tears stream down my faceand I wonder i..
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Its perking stillness sits before us
cardboard skies and painted blue sighs
that heaves us like cacophony miffs
We'll slip through the fingers ..
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