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by - Mr. Darcy
as innocent lives
lay bleeding out on the ground...
Of all things great and wonderful
I wish that I could care...
I always looked
up to you...
by Glenn Gay
Yesterday was a good day.
She held my hand, called me by name...
by Dagmar Wilson
We are all flowers
with different colors...
by Free verse
A weary traveler
on lonely summer under the dying moonlight...
If our eyes refuse to accept the burden of the world's ills, then our hearts will bear the dreadful grief, despite the inevitability of them shattering.
Lack of trust: Killing relationships from the beginning of time.
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.