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She is dead; the lady in white wears black. Such tragedy- the widow, a childless mother dead to the world.
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Be still my beating heart, your pounding intrudes me. It fills me with pains; I ache with sorrow of thee.
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How sweet it is the swaying of dulcet melody, only a profound sound like wind to the trees. A beginning for what was the end; a music, that does ascen..
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The infanticide of man, who are we to decide the lives of infants whom not born yet to see the greed of man? Who are we to challenge life, yet to los..
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I see a flower, weltering in this midst summer's heat; a tragedy of beauty lost. It goes untold the innocent that once lied, a beauty trampled by man...
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How is it that you've come to be within my house, my mind; to see perhaps my wizened soul? Make yourself at home, unwind; perhaps even might extol. Do..
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Jacob Medina has been missing since April 17th of 2013, please join our search and help bring him home.
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For whom the hour tolls, beyond the smoke and mirrors; the speeding of devoted souls, perching, like a somber crow- on time itself, afraid to go.
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I write with flowers of ink, thy love poured out on page, in a slumbering alder away in endless flight; swaying with the stars, so white 'gainst the b..
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Under the innocent sky, ever serene and fair. Beauty is the stars on high, taking away our despair.
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