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A Poem by Pól
A tortured soulresless of spiritfleeting thoughtsand frequent regretssimmer and stewand suddenly boilas you ponder a lifeSpentpursuing nonsenseignorin..
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A Story by Pól
The sixth shiek's sixth sheep's sick.
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A Story by Pól
Nails claw,fingers bleed,terror;brief.
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A Poem by Pól
the princemerrily enjoyedthe jester's japesreveling in rapid reparteeseething in scintilating sarcasmsecure in arrogant self-importanceuntil he realis..
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A Poem by Pól
Clink clink,the furrowed browbeaten, nay batteredby that fair handyou took that day,her father delightedto give her away.If a worm can turnwhy can't y..
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A Poem by Pól
in the eye of a stormor some other awful clichethat trips off the tonguedeceit easier than truthwhen dancing with a dervishyou can't slow downthe ring..
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A Poem by Pól
stupid f*****g pricksmaking rules, deciding fatesjudging othersparasitic destructionof evil constuctionwhilst never themselvestaking a step.In their w..
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A Poem by Pól
I put pen to paper, torn
old, frayed, tattered
as I struggle in vain
to find words
that will express my love, eternal
my devotion, utter
to you ..
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A Poem by Pól
You speak in reverential tones
a hush descends, friends
prepare to fawn
whilst on...
and on...
and on...
you drone
of love
for your wife
th..
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