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a despair of dead.. a celebration of dead...Of Dead, For Death.
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its a descriptive poem about women and women empowerment.
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Sitting by the
window...
Gazing at the pouring
rain...
The crescendo of
thoughts...
Swirl in the...
Volcano
of my emotions.
Is
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With my fractured soul,
I gaze upon thee,
For my redemption.
But, you rise to salvation,
Annihilating my bleeding heart,
You triumph.....
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There was an innocent cherub.....basking in the glory of the sun,little did he realise that he was the shine of the sun...no task too great for him.. ..
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In celebration of womanhood,
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Longing......
Longing.......
For the ache to pass,
But alas,
Curse the windows to the soul,
That holds my heart,
Can&rsq..
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