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We are here, simply,To add the final wordsTo a disgruntled poem,To slip the final knifeInto the tumors,Into the hatred,Into every poison.We have comeA..
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We fail to see it truly,And throw that titleTo lesser, dulled blades.It is not our pride,It is not our fear,Not our hunger,Not our vengeance,Not even ..
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I recall,With a blush vividness,That footprint you leftWhen we linked armsAnd stepped into the worldAs one. It was light,Yet firmer than Iron resolve...
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Different
ages, different people,
Time,
they claim, is the ever-spinning spindle,
Weaving
new material without a thought,Producing a valid f..
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