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A Poem by Pól
The poet's prospecta brow furrowed from the landscapethe incision, long a wound so deepcut from granite rockflowing; east to westtrapped, from time to..
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A Poem by Pól
Every single moving part of a machineneeds to be oiledand released fromdaily stress, turmoil, toilfrom time to timeor it will rustor breakor simply fa..
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A Poem by Pól
U give me
a reason for living
hope in my heart
a spring in my step
love in my heart
I don't have to name u
u know who u are.© Paul O' Neil..
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A Poem by Pól
I trod this earth
many a year
joy and pain
In equal measure, tasted.
But love,
true love
I knew only
when a Goddess
from another world
my pat..
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A Poem by Pól
Sorry- this is total s**t i know, but i have written it down in case i can redeem it later
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A Poem by Pól
Stopped ...
dead
in my tracks
by beauty
that, by words
could neverbe described.
Smashes me
into a hundred thousand tiny pieces
as if I we..
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A Poem by Pól
I walked across my frozen lawn tonight (its brass monkeys here) and though of this. Needs a bit of work, though
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A Poem by Pól
The crack of wood against bonejarring the sensesblood gushing to the headboiling, the steam risesin a frenzied mist;rage, pain, suffering abounds.Here..
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A Poem by Pól
I want to tell you
just how i feel
what you mean to me
but its impossible, improbable, insane! ,
and fear reins me in
moving an icy finger to my ..
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A Poem by Pól
This is about someone who is beautiful inside and out.
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