I find it a little annoying that everything must have a title and type is there no place for whimsy?A Poem by TUSLate night, no idea. Just came to me.
And the innocent shall know no rest while the wicked ones sleep. Their passing dream unerred for generations while the living walk with the dead. Truly a world of darkness before the light of morning comes, yet not a soul shall see its splendor, only the lifeless eyes of sorrow.
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StatsAuthorTUSHertfordshire, Bushey, United KingdomAboutI'm an aspiring writer, along with the majority of the patrons of this website. I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pen although I've not studied the art for fear of losing my own abilit.. more..Writing
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