Leth Poems - Poems about Leth

... Love is a soft and sweet triumph. And triumph fills our every breath. When we drink at the shore of Leth Love's memory will not depart Its passion fills the depth and breadth; Sweet triumph of......

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... Four big buzzards in a sycamore tree, licking their lips while staring down at me, singing please hurry up now old man death. This boy looks done and ready for turning, we’re so hungry that o......

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...I'm not playing games with my heart, Love is not a game of ecarte;* Take, discard, take again, and trump, Win, lose, win, lose and then restart. Love should not be just a speed bump, Never a n......

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