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A bit more restless of frail hemstitch,
carrying an unusually big hearted glitch;
admit mine insides coddle against sick,
eating up apologies
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mine fault inhabiting another idiosyncrasy;empathic side effects arise amongst continuing fires,
none attentive towards flagrant liars;spirit burnt yet never apart of antiquated ashes,
probable mine shall digest nothing against bedewed eyelashes.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy 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...