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One With The Wind

Poetry

To whom it may touch, Thy soul,thy heart and thy might, Quench the thirst or enlighten, Feels of home and brighten. The more I'm stuck, In this cage of bad luck, The more my demons are at there best when I sleep. I'm in to deep.

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Just A Few

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by CloudPusher

by CloudPusher

The blame is thrown,
Towards the men of the throne,
Not all of them,
Are villainies men