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A marked call
In the hall.Crawling and screaming for something well,
The voices rising after the bell.We reached close
To not delay the hoes.The rants;
Not sparing the plants.We all rose
Cussing through our nose.And...the rusted pin,
Leading to the deadly sin.
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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 ...