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It’s a shame, the pain you place in my brain with each ching-chang of your little change purse. I’m cursed and not worth all the ea..

The rage inside my heart like fire’s blaze Consumes nearly every part of my soul. Taken over by the pain on her face, I search for ways to ..

A timeless treasure burning down so deep within a time-bound shell so frail and meek. She looks ahead and dreams of strength to seek the means to..

I more than most live a life of refrain, Keeping the me I long to be captive, But when I view you I cannot maintain Nor keep my practiced images ..

In gaze, in every inch my eye can see, Far beyond all mortal limits and bounds It’s clear none shine as bold nor bright as she: A new and p..

In dim company one sits and awaits The brightened doorway to transport him to Another time and place. To view the fates Of strangers he scarcely..

Everyone gets old.