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Farewell

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 I've never imagined,  someone so loved be gone,  be wiped from this earth, cast down under loneliness in the darkness of the hades,  forever more. Like a phonex rises out from ashes,  out of darkness rises  the finest grief of loneliness,  loneliness is a battle  even queens are ought to fight, lone alone for themselves. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do, if at all could I have something, something stronger than whiskey to slap my soul out awake out of this grief-mare.  Here we lay him,  set for his lone journey in the dark,  on the other side of the bridge who will hold his hand who will light his path? ...hold me please... Let us pray; "Our Father which art in heaven,  h allowed be thy name.  Thy kingdom come,  thy will be done on earth,  as it is in heaven,  give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts,  as we forgive our debtors lead us not into temptation,  but de...
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Faded

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Over, the sought thousands,  of thoughts wrapped all through, slaps of glances and all the prior skims, that felt like flaps not of pages but,  maybe of raven wings on an escape  among the winds,  across lost alleys among mazes.  What possibly could that be  hovering over your mind at a glimpse of such a kind,  cought at such a peace  no psyche could have ever thought and no money could have ever,  bought  May be deep beneath thoughts,  thoughts over a lover milllions of miles,  or maybe milleniums of lifetimes away.  that you just can't help,  but only to let that theme deep your heart,  make all those songs to play,  on your mind if it's to still be a flux,  or a hello from the other side. Could it or else be suzan,  one who leaves like a thief in the night,  whose name name no one will ever know,  there, stands you in flames of pain unshaken,  on other side of my conea a split sec...
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I am a Poet

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 Ostensibly, it all feels like; "I've known voices of the wind  and maybe all it's journeys,  it's melodies of melancholy that ears may never hear  blowing passed blooming faces of those who only feel it's soothe but not the inconsolable sobs it carries on from faces of those  who can't even remember how  and when they last smiled, those to whom happiness is just a dream." I've got great feelings, of acquaintance with  every falling droplet of rain,  vehemently hiting the ground  splitting into thousands of  other splashes of driblets and all the autumn leaves floating on waves of headwinds  I feel every single pain in their voices  on their journeys set for demise I find my self reciting rythimic surahs into melodic euological verses,  for the friends gone too soon.  With no moon, I'm stuck in my own realm nary a wanning crescent  with a bunch of wistful emotions cracking tales down told by burning flames whispe...
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