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I mourn for our lost innocenceAnd she thinks me mad, Just like when I sew war buttons onto my jacketFor battles yet to be fought. Forgive me not my tr..
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My friend, Your good days are gone;Begin your sad days!See how the willows weep for you?Thinking about better days might make you sad,But what else pr..
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Drink your poison, my dear, It's dearer to me than any bed of wildflowers. But perhaps it's not poison at all, Rather an inscrutable concoction of mys..
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Some gilded governesses, under the influence of a bored Jinn,Hypnotized some fabled Trojan mares with honeyed whispers, Such devious rhetoric that com..
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Sing your song, O my friend, Like devils chanting through mystery vapors. So what if the people hear you?Nobody has been crucified here for a thousand..
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How lives are frittered away, Ah, the dismay! I myself found loss in all the wrong places, Watching dreams come and go under harlot's graces. Own up, ..
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If you would pray to knowingly false godsI feel you would pray to anything, Not that you've been of sound mind these days. Now let us join hands and b..
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Who will forgive you of your crimes nowThat the judges have all hanged themselves?And when the ghost of Robespierre comes to haunt youDo not clench yo..
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A prose poem story.
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Amid hateful trumpets and blistering heat, the Parade of
horrible people was set to commence. The crowd cackled with people from all
walks of life..
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