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A Poem by Hope
Yes, it is an E.E. Cummings' reference to "Anyone lived in a pretty how town".
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A Poem by Hope
Whatever comes out, comes out.
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A Poem by Hope
Can't you see my dying limb? No, you can't. You're blind and dim. Biting back! No one can holdall my pitfalls, scale the mold.You have knowledge, but ..
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A Poem by Hope
My heart, my heart! Why can't you sew? Watch your actions, your words unfold.Candid are your deeds undone; watch your seeds and watch them run.Growing..
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A Poem by Hope
My dearly beloved,Oh how little you knew when you came, a deep despair once you rang.Wild eyes, yeast and yearly souls - no more, my life, they can't ..
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A Poem by Hope
Contemplations, that's all. Wrote this after watching Firefly again.
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A Poem by Hope
Can't you hear the cries of fright!? This shadow follows my weary eyes.Standing on this shifting mound, I cannot find my path: unsound. Running...Burn..
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A Poem by Hope
Sing your name above the line - a dark, dank cave awaits your crime.No more freedom, no more cake, give 'em what they're yet to take.Secret chambers,..
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A Poem by Hope
Maybe another year, sometime, or never -- Perhaps a subject less severe. What if no one come to benefit? I'll live, I die a counterfeit.No.May it be s..
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A Poem by Hope
Music is rewarding, sure; this passion, really, should endure.Can I follow through with this? I could go work, but without bliss.Music is my life, you..
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