Whatever lies one casts toward world...
mine still know;
how ever many lives handed...
fire remains & only grows;
there's no sleeping,
upon a demented history.
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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...
