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It was the height of summer and the plains of Troy were little more than sandA little rain wouldn’t go amiss to liven the plants and dampen the ..
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Back when Paris brought her homeShe was ten years younger, still beautifulHer face hasn’t changedShe’s barely agedBut sadness has marked i..
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Helen sighs from her rooftop hideout,Sky as pink as her cheeks the day she met Paris,Regret burning at her insides like hellfireAnd tears falling for ..
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Somehow, I broke my heart,When I fell and shattered my wrist and ribs;I seemed to think heaven would be easy to reach,If I just walked off a cliff and..
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They never said hell would be easy to ruleAnd yet the devil’s still giving it a goI think really he just misses his homeAnd frankly I reckon you..
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On my skin, like spider’s legs, dread slowly crawls upMy throat closed tight as I lie, darkness slanting through the blindsParalysed and terrifi..
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13 short stanzas unrelated to each other and complete poems on their own, grouped together for ease of reading.
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Death has made his home in my bedroom,Waiting for me every night. He arrives at dusk with a bouquet of lilies, white, tipping his hat,A gentleman as a..
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