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Apr 2016
Give
Me
Things
Made
Of Gold,
Not
Pennies,
Give
Me Words
That
Are
Like
Gold
That
Shine
Not With
Ego,
But
With
Humble
Utterness
Of
Untouched
Gold
That
Only
Few
Can
Touch
~Paris Styron~

Give
Me
Things
That
Not
Make
Me Happy
Giving
Will
Only
Make
More
Lonely,
The Only
Thing
Is
YOU
~Paris Styron~

I Am
A Wolf
Twinkling
Between
The
Stars
Sword
Held
High
In Life,
Slaying
Challenges
Through
Blood,
Trama
And
Gore,
Between
Each
Star
Is Hope
Of
Perspective,
"That Is
What Gold"
That IS
STARS
Reflecting
On
My
Sword
Of
Hope
Of Dreams
Between
The
Voices
Between
My
Eyes
I See
A Tunnel
Worth
Slumbering,
That
Is....
Family
~Paris Styron~

Give Me
A Moon
That
I Can
Sit,
Ponder,
With Someone
Before
The
Dawn
Arise
Give
Me
The Power
Of
Which
Is Called
Perspective
"The Almighty
Encrusted
Sword"
~Paris Styron~

Why
Are
Some
Stars
Thrown
In
The
And
Turn
To Dust
~Paris Styron~
Paris Styron Luke
Written by
Paris Styron Luke  Georgia
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