May 14, 2019
I find there is but many curses. To
Think, for one, and for a second
I list the power and weakness of one's
Love, a blight that brights Life and
Her sister, Death
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PoesíaA daily journal full of poems of love, of joy and grief Pen enslaves the hand and paints the vast land of the canvas we call Speech
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May 14, 2019
I find there is but many curses. To
Think, for one, and for a second
I list the power and weakness of one's
Love, a blight that brights Life and
Her sister, Death
