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Pain, disgrace, desire,
They all worked together.
They manipulated and transformed,
Priced and Tagged.
A painful crash,
A hot desire.
A disgraceful image
Pulled and dragged us into the furnace
Grinning and whispering.
Till the day we stop fighting,
Our courage would never let us down.
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The 50 Shades Of Balladry
PoetryWelcome, Welcome, Welcome. To the story I tell, To the feelings I reveal, To the words I spell. I wish, I wish that you alone Could understand and capture The words of a young writer. Whom her poems are entangled by Her fallen parts. They call her ...
