C.W.D.L.G.
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WaltzA Poem by C.W.D.L.G.Death Plays his ViolinTo draw us further, farther in.Happy, almost, in his arms,Finally, finally, free from harm.A soul laid bare before the night,So .. |
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My Honor Is Your HonorA Poem by C.W.D.L.G.A poem about the difference in social class and inequality of people and the problems it can pose to society, but even if one lives above all others, .. |
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