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Ink spilling from the tip, emotion beating
ready to venture on a beautiful poetic journey...
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My weakened angel, I hold so tightly
You're life is taken oh so lightly...
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Blood like fire, quick to spread.
drag me deeper under head...
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He sat rocking, slowly back and forth
Hands a little shaky now, not like his youth...
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I'll always believe in Allah, no matter what they...
Even if they give me gold, I won't be there to...
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Plethora of lies estranged from the insipid stare...
taunting my tender sentiments and our porcelain...
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A child dies of cancer
One born premature...
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When my friend sees me
he swells and pants like a frog...
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God Must Not Exist
By Mark Spencer...
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The twinkle in your eyes
The smile on your face...
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I look at you
and what i see...
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Smiles painted across familiar faces,
Hiding all the things they've done...