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The warmth of the hello on opening is swept away by the goodbye on closing.

The writer on creating his own path wanted to read his own history but couldn’t, he wasn’t dead yet.

The crusade a march of words replacing old lines conquering minds in the belief from the unification of pen and sword.

Dining in darkness she found some thoughts were well done on her dinner plate others were raw in the middle. In a change of heart she wished sh..

The essence of my tears come from my thoughts that host a path of past mistakes.

Don’t go into the woods today. The trees are on the hunt they say. You’ll disappear without a trace no longer will you have a face...

As we all know after life there is a point of no return, death. Now, following how our beloved creator formulated a way to keep the balance ..

Much can be said about lines a signature of thoughts no doubt.

How far do we go to get to the truth far, far away where make believe will be exposed?

Spent the day in verse a play on words I stanza corrected the sentence placed upon my lines had a period, full stop.