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Poems I Like

Confession

A balm to a heart of guilt A balm to a heart of wrong Soothing her of pain Releasing her…

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Nature

That You Were My Home

A wide blanket of snow Stretched out like curtains of silk. No stitch line or edges What hands wrought this…

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That You Were My Home

A wide blanket of snow, Stretched out like curtain of silk. With no stitch line or edges What hands wrought…

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