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A Poem by Bren
My delight is not found in the worth while.That does not make up my bliss. Occasionally I find the wind curious, the dark inevitable but settling.I la..
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A Poem by Bren
She sat by and let the others drown her in their judgments.Her shirt ironed and skirt pleated, she appears prim, proper.A forced smile and subtle nod ..
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