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She asked me...
Do you enjoy pain?
Revel in the ache you feel?
Your soul whispering, I'm here,
Weeping for help that it cried ink,
And buried too many broken hearts.
I answered no! And she replied...
Then don't, don't drown in misery,
Swim and if you don't know how to,
Build a boat made up of your hope and love.
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"There's always a choice..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
