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And the dirt and the mud,
and the worm, all have become friend.
In this dark trench pit,
where i contend with this sin
and this world.
As the sky..
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Whose heart was strong enough,to carry the world and every sin?Whose hands were warm enough,to heal bruised and beaten skin?Whose feet walked far enou..
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I guess they misunderstandmy down trot face.The extrovert, she acts,as if, I am, out of place.All the while, a smile,is hidden deep inside.-By Eric We..
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Cheers, let us raise our glass now,
to you, oh friend.
Cheers, for the years, that you have spent,
us, we as country, we ladies, we men.
All the y..
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What if you could have been her knight
never covered her in black,
in shining armor could you have saved her,
or was it a vision of her
in white,
..
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At the stage,
at the desk,
student weeps,
time to rest.
Years wasted,
only to come back
to a position she had,
held before.
And the hope
she ..
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Looking up,
into lights, so blinding,
an image plastered to the wall
at first glance,
was frightening.
Knew her before,
as a girl,
beauty came ..
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Jacob lead the people.
Bury it within the dust,
at the foot of a tree.
Bethel, turn away,
one hundred and five years.
Can not see.
Weight of a g..
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WGA Copyright 2014-2019
Title: Better Prisons
Genre: Drama/ Fiction
Idea: An angel and a demon examine the lives of five different people livin..
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His hands, they… shake.
A fight between him and, other men,
those made of golden bones.
Fingers upon her back, like birds in the air,
flyin..
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