My Poetry
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I meet her once in the sweet sorrows of the night. It was before the hour of midnight had passed; that time were yesterdays' despair is alm
3 lines,
May 18
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Angels sing as demons croon their voices in unison to strain the very cords of harmony; blessing -cursing their kinsmen man.
while mans own actions towards each other tear the same limits; in times of stillne
9 lines,
July 18, 2008
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Blond hair falls on elegantly curved shoulders; covering the soft white skin, bangs hang carelessly hiding her face; masking the scars bene
12 lines,
July 17, 2008
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IN THE HEART AND SOUL ARE CHERISHED; MEMORIES OF DIVINE INTERVENTION MEET WITH A STRANGERS WORDS OR TOUCH, LOST FOREVER, YET KEPT CLOSE WIT
6 lines, 5 comments,
July 10, 2008
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