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Prancing around our feet like dancers
Equinoxes of our hearts as we search for answers
Numbing of the dark half is what we all wish
Uncaged is what it becomes, and alive is what it is
Mixes of emotions, both moral and woeful
Bootstraps of our shoes, imperfections to God is ambrosial
Rich are we in spirit when we accept this shadow
As we won't see it if we gaze to the window
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Snippets Of A Soul
PoetryHere I am compiling all my wackiest to saddest poems in one big bundle. It's updated very often, so keep your eye out for another addition, and enjoy! ~E.M. Flood
