In happened - in the death of lost;
Memory in me reached out.
To the once of love in tossed seas;
Connecting the shape and sharp lease;
Words of solemn self: I am and forever will be.
I rise - in sake of “what relief” remains;
Shaken in the vanish in dark refrains;
Shadows, joys, talked about - yet no more.
Woe
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Re: Woe
this is beautiful!! love the imagery and metaphors.
no limits. just edges. - Jackson Pollack
Re: Woe
smallvolume123 wrote:I love the name of this piece. Reminds me of the time I drank too much Ripple.
would that have been when you were making all these comments????
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My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
My Jesus hung out with thieves and sluts and liars, which Jesus do you worship?
---Todd Agnew
Perfection is my enemy
Procrastination is his cohort
Persistence is my sword
---Gordy
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