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A Poem For Stephen, Though Silently He RestsStephen, awake from your sleep / There is still business to attend. / It has been long since the world has put you to sleep
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Jul 9, 2012
The Flower-FyrdHalt, take in the flower-fyrd whose faces gaze above. / For God doth formed these instruments, / His glory from below, a friendly fere of His free-love.
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Nov 21, 2011
CracksMy head against a wall, / Continuous contact, / Cracking, though I know not which.
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Nov 21, 2011
PolyesterBriskly moving through brisk weather / Death under each step I take. / Time is up now, minds are turning
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Nov 21, 2011
What is Today?What is Today, but another day away / From all of the objects and events that I believe will make me / Complete.
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Dec 6, 2010
DemonsI'm staying up all night, there are Demons to fight / Circling around my head and even sleeping in my bed. / Adding to the the lies I cast
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Nov 1, 2010
SurfaceSurface, where's the purpose? / Can we get deeper, instead of making the cliff steeper / Or is this all we got?
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Oct 12, 2010
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