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Immorality You’re lost inside the house that turns and twists and breaks the hearts that mourn bu..

A drabble-type thing I wrote once after meeting someone visually impaired. I shared it with him, and he smiled.

I have lived for fifteen years. I remember crying, frowning, watching, Looking away, being successful And ..

For once again the moonlight clear Illumines woe upon your brow That settles silver in your hair And etches..

Hell hath no fury like woman unchained. She breaks forth from her history confined, And, with righteous anger ..

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