Filt Poems - Poems about Filt

...IN OTHER WORDS, I CAME TO YOU NOT OF MY OWN WILL BUT TO EVERYONE WHO CONCEIVED MY BELIEFS. TAKE NO GLOOM TO MY DECEIT DEEP IS MY INTENT, YET NOT FOR EVERYONE THE VAIL OF MY BEAUTY RESIDES IN TH......

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...She liked the way he spilt his ink. He had such a great pen and though it was pink it was big and round and made her think. He was always ready to write again and again. He wrote th......

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...Death be not arrogant, even though thou art bind man in thine shackle, celebrate not over me,ye bloody mutant, thy stems and roots and leaves,shall I tackle. Death be not haughty, for thou art a......

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