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The things we ration on for days,
no clear path through pensive rain,
words we caption for world's grasp to obtain;are you, or I feeling the stress,
another soul lost within concrete wilderness,
typical arrogance for them to savor bitterness,
just agree -
our wills rarely bow towards vigorous;all we desire is to dance in the streets,
shouting & screaming the way ones supposed to under sheets;when love is strong,
Who's lips are kissed on...
What's the character gender in those songs?
no splitting apart where there isn't wrong
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let mine voice finally be one's theme-song,
all together... walking along,
through the firing throng
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never dilute you belong.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PuisiMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...