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Helplessness can keep you lonely
Just the way disaster can keep you destroyed.
Faithfulness is a vow
And lust is a sin.
Wickedness is filterable.
No! It's deviousness.
Nowhere is habitable.
Handle is the beginning.
Tables can be turned
So please be careful.
Paths can be destructive
Like shattered glasses.
Phone calls are opportunities.
Hand shakes are deals.
Age is nothing,
So as class.
Nothing is nobody
And something is somebody.
Be a bus
Not a two sitters car.
Confusion is delay
As rough road is worse.
Her words were short
And that of her husband were tremendous.
Why couldn't she leave
And be freed at once.
Than be stepped on like a carpet
And whipped like a cow.
Only if she could have listened
To the beautiful words of her mother.
Sleep wouldn't have crossed her paths.
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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 ...
