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Now, it shall be done. You're now welcome to my odyssey to have a glimpse of my every memory and imagination. Where everything holds a mystery. And now as it should, you are now part of it. As you enter the void you may greet the flame. As you accept the light you must abide by the words unto your hands upon your heart. Hold it tight to withhold the pain. Feel the beat feel the heat. Blood and tears shall be the payer.
Now that you are a piece of it. Let yourself cherries the new beginning. A tome of adventures, sorrow, hopes, and dreams. And now the ritual is done may your soul be the art. Be an unbreakable bond. Held your spirit as you held my world. Feel the ardor. Be part of the epitome.
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Hi! There welcome to "Echoes Of The Death Poets" where words were picked that cannot speak. This is my collection of my own poems/dark poems where words keep running through my mind, melancholy, deep random thoughts, prose, and inspirational quotes.
I like to thank you too for picking this up and I appreciate it, hope you'll appreciate this too,luv you all!
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Created on: September 9, 2021
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Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
