Poetry is a way of
being
It is who we are
It flows through our
vienes
It flows through our
marrow
It drips from our
savage teeth
Goodnight
Star light Star bright Twinkle Twinkle Little Star The night is calm The stars are high The time has come to say good night Wrap up in...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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