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"Death’s Cyclone" ©2013
In an instance we will be gone…
How I Miss You
Oh do tread lightly!
I THOUGHT THAT I WAS A WARRIOR
no not the worrier kind
Everything and Nothing
As long as the sun rises, there is hope. A poem.
A piece of melancholy.
The Sorcerer meets Death with a smile
Stormy she was across my skies weeping gently in windy rains her eyes all clouded a muffled sigh over losses and empty gains, the road is far too long and the footing is at the least cupping gently the worn of light holding bay the headed beas...
Our attachments to things resembles our attachments to each other
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