Placed in closed quarters that only stand as guidelines for the prosperity that can be wield by all who grasp the tarnished road who can never hold a candle for those that sever freedom they are the ones who withstand the elemental divide and the ones burned by statistics that pave the fields where their seeds take root and provide intricate hidden fruit
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Words Better Unsaid
PoetryThis a collection of almost all the poems I have written. I will be updating sporadically,it all depends on what I can unearth from my Facebook ramblings & present feelings.
