W. R. Croatt
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Me, in ThoughtA Poem by W. R. CroattChristian man, bloodbath saved So for me, death does not wait Quiet, unless I speak And when I speak, words chosen carefully Creater, weeper Misu.. |
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Two Years in Unloving RomanceA Poem by W. R. CroattWe've been two years in unloving romance And we came from passion To masks Two years may become three And four And five years in unloving ro.. |
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Aside the Banks of MadnessA Poem by W. R. CroattRegarding reoccurring nightmares |
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Do I Wake or Do I Sleep?A Poem by W. R. CroattSimply a poem about deep remorse, the kind that haunts a person. |
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Silent SweeperA Poem by W. R. CroattSilent sweeper creeping nearerIn the lightless room behind my doorEre the foreboding of this silent creeper,With my searing pangs of draining tormentA.. |
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