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I am young, and I am blindAll I saw was what we used to be, not what we wereHow can I raise my head, when every night you lays yours down aloneI was f..
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In my tower, I awaited youIn my tower, I dreamed of a prince to rescue meIn my tower, I watched as the seasons changedAnd days dragged on into yearsBu..
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Raw and bloody fleshTorn from living bodyWith large stone I must threshMy hunger is most indeed bawdyBlood drops on stone floorRed joy stains my hands..
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Poison slides through the needle,Going deep into my vein.One more dose should do the dirty deed,And let me fall to sleep; an awakening bane.Warm black..
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Follow me, O lost SoulsFollow me past the gurgling creekFall in line, dearly departedFall in line beside the tranquil streamMarch on past, dreadful gh..
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Penelope named this poem. not me.
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It hides there, under the flesh,I know it's there,I can feel it waiting.It is stronger than me,A monster hiding inside.It causes death, pain, sadness,..
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A poem commission for my friend Ginger. May your dreams take you far
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Can you see the truth?
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