Trunkless - bottomless; half sunk etc.
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Shifting silently from district to district,
Neighbourhoods cry, as the untold had been told,
and the forgotten had been remembered.
That day, all secrets were mutual.
One by one; piece by piece.
Boundless journeys to the center of the world.
Prayers are heard.
Cries are certain to be the birth of a new faith.
If you believe in Heaven, surely you believe in Hell?
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It isn't all that it's cracked up to be
PoetrySo when you see me, don't stare. Cause your eyes can't define me - you can't be a rose without having your thorns...Let's just say that being me isn't all that it's cracked up to be... _________________________________________ random poems about mi...
