The Eternal Dispute
When life and death take on form, at last they meet. These are the woven banters of life and death. Come, take a seat, and gaze into The Eternal Dispute...
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embers
his hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (just how??) [lowercase intended] w a r n i n g : some poems deal with sen...
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Words untold
A collection of poems written by my shitty self. used to be reborn Poems are arranged from old to new. Thank you for the reads and votes! 28/9/15
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simplicity//poetry [completed]
[completed] poetry from the mind and heart of mine -all rights reserved-
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