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For YouAll Is RightHateNo OneRealityThe EndTruthDeathBladePretendWay OutCar PoemPoet Brian Blaisdell
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FateI Dont Want To Feel AnymorePoet ProfilePoet Dennis Moran "Stray Wulf"
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| The heart is a world all by itself Prone to height and low and fair Likened to oceans and rivers and mountains - pure Though no one really knows for sure The depths of one's own lair The heart is where we live and breathe The hand, the touch, the feel, the beat - The rhythm keeps a constant rare When world's collide to try, to share The storms that often meet The fickle heart - a foursome in one All the seasons present here The summer hot, the winter cold Spring aloof and autumn bold But you are always near The heart is where I feel the shifts The patterns - rains, the chill, the sun The hidden truths we most deny The questions we can't answer why - When I thought you were the One |
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