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The whole poem's a farce that rhymes
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
A poem about a murderer. No spaces between lines, because I made this on my iPod. Will make Another like this if requested. Appreciate comments too.
Seven Avatars shall lead Para Kind to freedom, but beware One will try and stop you! A wise Witch gave this prophecy to Zane Rite, and half angel half demon hybrid. He already knows that he is one of these Avatars. What happens when he suddenly meets almost all of them at once.
A fast-talking and energetic guy can\'t make a girlfriend stick and then along comes a babe whose mom has urged her to find a guy who is different to the guys she usually dates. The two meet but not with instant romantic awareness that they are just so right for each other. In fact when they...
Rumbling, Grumbling in the night
Masses of energy stir in the air