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Night falls And solitude wavers As fellowship sprawls Bolden, by hearth and home Set free From the labor and lash From the hours they’ve shed In a wage’s name Affection hails True and brave May it latch to their frames Through the span Of their jealous days May they joyfully Take to the dusk Of…
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A loyal vice Will set fire to these words And trouble my dreams Unfurl my hopes It is all I need And all I’ll become In the tried and true tussle The horror of man Null and void Yet filled to the brink I’ll spill in verse And gather all dismay It is all…
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Who will clear us away From the smoldering hill Where our triumph was brief? Where the very last Of our proud cinders fall Into sorrowful heaps Ever- boastful and vain Never again To breathe our disdain For only the dark Shall speak of our days
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Brick by brick we scatter Into the void Driven from the daily stroll To author The plumes of dusk The arc and flame Of our treasured dismay Our world recedes Block by block In primal shades The spawn Of diplomacy lost
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To aspire forever-more From this shameful den Is my ruthless fate From beneath The down pouring eyes That burn with grief At their sorrowful Child of means Delayed By doubtful dreams In the nightmares I forge With unmerciful ease Derailed by want With eyes heaven-bound I am sure to rot In the arms Of…
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She resides in my every whim Where reality frays To a kindhearted mist The full days spill Into a joyous trek To her clouded domain All encompassing and sweet She defiantly dwells In my passing wants Not yet fully known And treasured by dawn I faintly thrive On the morsels of hope For these…
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In quiet agony I rise Among the unfazed Who scale with ease As the weight of envy Sprawls, unchallenged In each spite-wielding glance Toward their passionate climb I sail away With loathsome hopes Carted to rage To quarrel within To rave on end Toward the efforts of kin Ravaged by worry By the endless evils…
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I’ll prevail over winded prayers The heartfelt thunder That trails each worry I’ll bid farewell To these sudden hills Their endless sway The bane of my nerves There’ll be no time To dwell amid rags In the squalor of fret That coddles my fearful half For the war Shall soon erupt In spite of…
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