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Youthful One, Blessed God's Fingered Hands Youth How we met in this White Dimension fill And read your Verses with Roads of Fine Truth Does mend my Doubtful Moments for the **** Such were the Visions imprinted at Hand Which the Gun and the Weeper beg for Place Yet *** these Minuses for Creation's land Your Fashion by purpose ignites my face Now, for your friend's Warring Moments let Balm So your Connection induce their own Growth Just let those same Verses promote their Calm And see how long will Inspire their Worth. Then she arrives. And your Gift no longer kept To feed this Dying Earth after she wept.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: RYAN CENZON
Youthful One, Blessed God's Fingered Hands Youth How we met in this White Dimension fill And read your Verses with Roads of Fine Truth Does mend my Doubtful Moments for the **** Such were the Visions imprinted at Hand Which the Gun and the Weeper beg for Place Yet *** these Minuses for Creation's land Your Fashion by purpose ignites my face Now, for your friend's Warring Moments let Balm So your Connection induce their own Growth Just let those same Verses promote their Calm And see how long will Inspire their Worth. Then she arrives. And your Gift no longer kept To feed this Dying Earth after she wept.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
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