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I wasn't ready for the fallA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Autumn comes too soon. Every September, I climb the trees and I clutch the leaves by their stems; hold on tight. I'm not ready for the fa.. |
Ocean of TearsA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock... ' ' |
Open soresA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock... |
Where there's a wolfA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we.. |
The cruelest monthA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Which is the cruelest month?Is it the one that buries the landunder a burning red; the month that calls itbeauty when it bares the trees and feedsoff .. |
Battle GroundA Poem by Marcellamy mind is a battle ground scarred all over the creases of knowledge yet the surface smooth appears Illuminated by moonlight sharp needles min.. |