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Who Is that girl? Who walks along with Those wistful eyes And just sighs A painful sigh Full of memory And remembrance She is A girl of the past A girl forgotten Just a shadow Of what she once was All that remains is a faint Hum A sigh And a meaningful Goodbye Of that…
I haven’t seen my friend Anne in a while. My parents say sad things that don’t make sense, “Her dad will never walk her down the aisle,” And now they talk about her in past tense. We dress in black and all get in the car, It coughs to life and then we’re on our…
no more about the liar-in-chief the idea is so averse to new verses no more bestowing of cleverness no gold rings for the nose of this pig writing cannot undo mass hypnosis it’ll never change minds of the duped no need for facts, as a matter of fact I’ll just keep my sights aimed higher…
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I had a vision of the future as I looked into my black mirror, I saw a world consumed with a metaphorical darkness of negativity, I saw an unlikely army emerge, An army, legions upon legions of spell-casters & poets from around the globe emerge from their slumber, In Mother Earth’s darkest decade of pain…