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The smell of dead flowers, Life dances at "zero hour"-s, No wonder man is doomed, when you sit there, deplumed. Move away, you peasant mongrel, I'm not to be held, accountable or to any sense. Lime-a-way,my sins, oh darling, even after I washed hands, they still feel so damning. 12.29.2017

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Date: 7/14/2024 5:56:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 3/6/2018 2:09:00 AM
Cleverly paced! Enjoyed the read.
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Date: 12/30/2017 9:58:00 AM
There is a contest on here also..
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Date: 12/30/2017 8:42:00 AM
Welcome to poetry soup... Your first poem is for a contest, good luck..
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Andras Horvath
Date: 12/30/2017 8:46:00 AM
Thank you...My friend.. https://cosmofunnel.com/poems/pervade-my-mind-134373 Have fun!

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