TurpentineA Poem by Randolf RamosTemper will corrupt virtues and our futureTurpentine as volatile as thy temper. Burns thy virtues, thy soul. Like ember coal on crimson hue. Wind turns it into ashes.
Turpentine as volatile as gasoline. Such soul engulfed in flame. Temper destroys a soul. And not by turpentine.
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Compartment 114
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3 Reviews Added on May 13, 2011 Last Updated on March 7, 2013 Author
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