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Young Hands....A Poem by MyLoRaVeYoung hands bearing blood. Soiled with the dirt from a grave. A grave, holding more young hands, embalmed. Embalmed in their youthful state. Their ine.. |
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WomanA Poem by MyLoRaVeA virtuous woman is "far more precious than rubies". What does that even mean when you're not dealing with colourful stones. A virtuous woman is pecul.. |
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Call Me IgneousA Poem by MyLoRaVeWritten and rewritten are the words on this page. Sense or no sense, it’s what I’ve got to give at this stage. I’m not entirely sure.. |
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