Category: Through Poetry
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Dancing with Your Memory
The musical rhythm ebbs and flows. It’s soft tune rises and falls. My fingers intertwined with yours;
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Bullets Fly
Bullets fly Explosions, all too familiar, sound off nearby The color of war paints my mind Rivers of red run deep, no end in sight
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(Your) Beauty
Lift your weary head I see the beauty inside of your soul. Why are you cast down? There is nothing to fear.
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In the Darkness (The Panther Approaches)
Good evening, my dear friends! Welcome to the new and improved Confessions site! I started playing around a little bit this evening and landed upon this gem. I wanted something a little bit brighter and a little more concise in fonts and style. What do y’all think? A good friend of mine contacted me…
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