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When I'm all alone,Wandering in the rain,Figures cold, of stone,I wonder,If its worth the pain!Now that all is gone,Cloacked now, and done,Where do we..
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I am sill here...And I still sound through the muddy plies of your illusion.still, even now, do I soundthrough the crooked void of your presence...I a..
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And in the Shades...
Lingered a memory!
Under the dancing
braids...
Of one morning sun!
There...
Stood an aging log...
With years u..
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All within the dyed robes of rhyme,and subtle dispatches of sinful woe...enchanted in wisdom, a pilgrim's trot,waging and waling at the spot.Fringing ..
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A Universe, in place.Maybe I've taken more time, - than would youto ponder and consider...for perhaps I do!to learn the probable outcomeof time, throu..
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An Ode to the late visitor
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words to hearts be wed... on stones, carved in led!and as my wordsdemolishlike castles, within the vague mists of time,there is an ending, open...to a..
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A Word Of Rejection
I swear Allegiance, only to wh..
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just a pour in rhyme
well, these from within, as tho..
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Walking To Our Very Own Song
behold before thee...
the glorious might of man
he, who thereto this..
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