Category: Poetry
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Tomorrow is… Of that there may be doubt Oh!, the Crows argue its significance yet fly from its certainty for tomorrow is a matter of…
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Eternal Winter cloaks the land Trees bow and creak Under its heavy skies And Wind Moans Beneath a bitter Sun Rocks shivered to rubble Crunch…
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It’s lonely out here.. in a digital world No real-world cues to guide Just – often dodgy – instinct for what may Be fun, exciting…
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