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Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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He was beautiful yet hideous in my eyes. And suddenly I was blinded by his promise of a prize. With words so smooth I couldn't help but melt And so I let myself give into the way I felt.
But when I finally had my world shattered by his howl, I found myself beaten, another victim of his prowl. But when he returns in the morning I'm enchanted, Although he promises me things never granted.
Every time he returns I'm bitten by his presence But I can't help but love my menace. And even when he threatens to take my heart, I swear I would've given it from the start.
{to be continued ...}
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