Quill
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THE PRESENCEA Poem by Quillmaking a connection with the divine |
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Tainted LoveA Poem by QuillI find my status quite fretfulto be subject to such a fickle thingHow could I have been so recklessI have indeed made myself cheapenedSuch trickery co.. |
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Gnawing ambivalenceA Poem by Quillthe ability to decide could be powerful |
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Father TimeA Poem by Quillsome things are not to be battled with |
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No world for herosA Poem by Quillend of an era |
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DEAD LEAVESA Poem by Quillcutting ties with old acquaintances is never easy |
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The LightsA Poem by Quilllooking beyond the lights |
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Dissident CloutsA Poem by Quillto battle, or not to battle |
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