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Wisdom bes a wider vision not a more of it one cant force more to a full glass one can transfer content to a larger vessel
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
Panoramic
Raise word Raise vibration Raise voice Raise temperature
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Word Up
You doesn't know it knows more than it knows and will defend itself at all cost to death I dare say from knowing what it thinks it doesn't want to know
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
eye Knows i knows I knows
This' heart's a jukebox Darling buds of may If you love him Clap your hands If you know you hate him too You love him Clap your hands If you can't get enough There'll nothing left share If you don't love him Then dump him If you can, Polly... Polly (The Poem) Love can be annoying But, annoying can be lovely Women You are beautiful Look at a mirror Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's a true reflection.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
Tis' Heart's A Jukebox- A Beautiful City Lit Song
Gadreel darchangel source of truth and light your seal shines in the firmament It's witnessed every single night. You nudged the quills of scribes inspired.... who took your nom de plume, unwittingly applied it to His word ... had the Maker's own entombed. Your master plan to strike his name and substitute your own is working Prince.... everyone says "Gad".... by Jove your name has grown.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
Gadreel
Write a poem, A lonely whisper, It grows louder with each thought It breathes slow with care, It lives there. write a word, expression of you, It is yourself, reflection, just like a candle, It stands there Write a rhyme, beautiful, sublime, it will reach past your voice, A monster is born, A nightmare
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
A Scribe's Poem
Echoing hills can tell your past A dark and fortuitous time Stars will craft their best And skies will lark the eve Tell you haven't wasted your honor On a ghost of linder Retching a few minutes To spare hearts an attachment Condem me of all my reapful sins A pledge to you On this golden scribe My honor and service So that I may avenge this death In all the annals of time
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
A Pledge of Vengance