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written in 2022/2023
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BabylonI get that you are just a beast of burden;Of the Babylon, in which you grew up,But if you think that you can cloak yourself in righteousness,an..
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happy Politicing.
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Here, I am, still submerged in these waters. The waters of my emotions.When I was little, I always thought that, eventually, they would drown,but, now..
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I see myself in the mirror. Sometimes, my mind is as sharp as a knife, and my sanity is on the other end. Those days, when your mind seems to eat its..
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not the right season for this kind of poem, at all...its an old one I found, from a little over a year ago.
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How fragile is the little flame of hope, and yet, it burns bright.It is too strong to be stepped out by the feet of tyranny or turmoil.It lives on for..
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a poem I wrote many months ago, that is just now being read by you.
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a simple poem, a hard lesson for life, my modest poem.
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She was just a girl,an angel undercover,disguised as a frightened child.Shaken and shell shocked from the traumas she had lived through.On her skin, s..
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