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 Apr 2019 Perdue Poems
Rich Hues
Barefoot on the bank of the Tiber
He beholds the river in flood,
Not overflowing with water,
But swollen and foaming with blood.
We quest for meaning,
Searching all the wrong places,
It is found in love.
 Apr 2019 Perdue Poems
alexa j l
i was never hit
but my heart still aches
by your words that were fire
which made me break
i’m left bruised and broken
confused and outspoken

why have you defeated me again
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