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The Dance of the Dead
The night was quite bold And was filled with an air Of the dark and the cold That had always been there. I looked with my eyes Quite unclouded by ...
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To Heed My Word
Now listen very closely to the things that I will say For the sky is sort of silky, smooth; a silent loving grey, The perfect time for telling all the ...
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Eyes
I wrote this poem a long time ago, and cleaned it up a bit, but it's kind of abstract. I guess I was kind of weird. Eyes: I cannot resist ...
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Fortune
Again, something from awhile ago that I took another look at. Fortune: Halt for love, But stop for fear; Never will you Find hope here! Love to live But hope ...
