kris mccartan
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what countsA Poem by kris mccartanlife can be short, and days can be long, some things are never taught, some things just don't belong, life is full of boundaries, and life is ful.. |
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lack of inspirationA Poem by kris mccartanthere was wind in the air, full moon in the sky, a silence enclosing, an empty cold eye, a heart made of stone, a mind without thought, there us.. |
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awakeningA Poem by kris mccartanhe once was a man, always dull and confused, his words were of wisdom, his body abused, he had him no drive, at least it was all a blur, he didn.. |
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