Reoccupied Poems - Poems about Reoccupied

...When I’m away, I hang a bag Or two from my front door. The guy who brings the morning paper Knows just what it’s for. He neatly folds The New York Times And places it inside, Where it will st......

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...I’m on the inside looking out No that’s not right … I’m on the outside looking in - There I go unable to decide Right I better start soul searching and analysing m......

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...In the labyrinth of my mind, I reflect on my life thus far. Not only a reflection of my thoughts and feelings, but a soul searching. Totally wrapped in my contemplation, I have......

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...Sacred moments with your safe remorse, spoken softly and thrown off course. Tragedy struck the already wounded, and now your life has been concluded. Treated for illnesses made ......

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