A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said
Blind with seeking, all but garroted
By…
Accept the wind —
Insanity would fight it now.
It is no angel to be…
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