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Ready To Die
Wrote this quite some time ago. I admit I'm not a poem writer, so treat this as my beginning. Enjoy! ____ Blocked myself, I know that I did; And who ...
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Midnight Prayer
It’s 3 a.m. and a spell is cast. The book flips open to a sacred past. The verses lift themselves in perfect grace; Revealing the meanings behind each face. A ...
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Without Knowing
Serenity is found in crashing waves when the white foam laughs with each slush, but is adamant in touching the inner shore. The sand calls out for some cooling and ...