Suppliance Poems - Poems about Suppliance

... no turning back at nineteen years of age with bonded Love no eyes could see or earthly arms could hold dear into a fold of aligning human Heart with Divine injunction none could ......

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...As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns across the olive......

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...My boss is called Mr. Trials He always tries something with plenty of materials But usually it is hard to keep suppliance Even strong intention supports continuance Finally he gets failure with......

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