Mine soul
has grown to know –
You make the crooked pieces a whole;
My console
breaths from heavenly beau –
Sweet nothings sung,
&
pull me away from darkest clutches within cajoles.
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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...
