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  • Other Poetry Re: Holy Wild

    There is a place For that I yearn The path of which Untraveled Untouched by men A quiet stage There my soul Will sing If ever my heart can finds ...

    Jul 29, 2011


“Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number. Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you— Ye are many—they are few.”
— Mary Shelly