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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In mere desolation marked on its blotted page intact With morsels sprinkled among the rocks with salt Although its scenic view came into play The slightest hint of ambiguity & your through Through emmense inner pain in the climax of its game We played second fiddle on the one last string in pain With words spoken in lavender best, With music in the eighties in a crazy rage Although its scenic view came in focus Just suppose we end it all, A suicidal maniac with quivers in his head Shattered dreams in plotted schemes in lazy diamonds studded scenes Shadows in the shining storm If there is a rose its as good as born A challenge to be free is a question in time In anger we get grafted in by his great design A lone beggar then wanders aimlessly in the street In sudden madness he then longs to assist The love we once knew would be long to resist Shattered dreams through the torment in my mind For I once could see yet now I'm blind Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child Chose the day in faltering heat With bloodshed often in our street Send the troops home, There can be no good reason for them to roam Boldness through its ivy briars torn in fetters Shattered by the twilight in the storms of life A broad aim toward the curry & ives A lost child in torment yet hunts The pilgrims sod beneath its felt A quick glimpse of want to present some more
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