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An odd poem about love, perhaps.

The burdens that we carry

A soul's journey through a turbulent reality

Cradled silent babies Rocking back and forth Mothers singing melodies To illuminate their course Of waters, cold and awful On a shi..

I was made of paper skin, blank and without plans In pre-school all the little kids ran at me holding crayons They scribbled on my stark white sk..

Step into my mind

A couple sneak into an abandoned amusement park that has a dark past.

For years a man was diggingDeep inside a mine He never found any treasure but it occupied his mind When old age caught up with himHe came out t..