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  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Behind his beard is a fist not a chin He'll roundhouse your face to a new dimension! This man can say that he wrestled a bear and That he didn't lose any facial hair! His kicks are as sacred and JUST as holy As a meal of Swiss cheese, water, wine, and cannolis. Oh yes this man is the...
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    It slowly KILLED me on the table Hidden in the box. I tried to move away from the gaze, To shut it out with locks. My mental state (is/always/never-[un]) stable My mind lost in the haze SHE SPEAKS DEATH In ashen forms he pleads to me, To free her from HER from her cage. She looks into ...
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    *-YOU-* *-ARE- * *-ONE-* L O V E L Y P I E C E WOOODEN ART FORM CREATING A REEALLYNICE SOUND THAT I LISTEN TOO A LOT WHEN I STAY ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Oh love, my love, don’t shed any tears I will only be gone for a while. Your heart will protect you against your fears We’ll meet again soon my love, my child. Imagine new places with big parks and toys, Where you can play all you want and be free. I’ll try really hard to keep down the n...
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    A Light that lies over oceans blue Where all ships will one day find, Through the roughs and calms in blue-green hue, And out of the toughest binds. Life is nothing but a docked sailboat That sits and waits to catch wind Devil’s waters are something to note They keep crews busy with s...
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    In the yard of weeping, A wooden block lay. Soft rains of salt and water, Jump swiftly down each each face. A sadness looms in Sobs and blues. It drifts and sways, The priest now prays. Over his box and to the stones, The Fog rolls over his tired bones. The blackened clothes Get up and...

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