saint_p
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Joined: May 2024 Last seen: 1 month ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

Supper Be still the breeze coming through the dead trees. Unbridled unforgiving, A night was Christy Niven. So many on a block. I give none that's free. Kindred sarcasm. Standing tall. The cock... – *by Dar-Shad*	7 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
Sunlight clearing On top of the street is rising. I whisper a prayer for the dying. Save these days of old. Save us from the brave and bold. Saviors grand old time. Grave influenced strong. Flowers of quantum ride religion dividing the world Open your... – *by Dar-Shad*	1 View added 1 month ago	Rating
Lost mojo In those simple days, my mind was a blaze. And now it seems my pen has nothing more to... – *by Patrick*	0 Views added 1 month ago	Rating

Supper

Be still the breeze coming through the dead trees. Unbridled unforgiving, A night was Christy Niven.
So many on a block. I give none that's free.
Kindred sarcasm.
Standing tall.
The cock...

– by Dar-Shad

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added 1 month ago

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On top of the street is rising.
I whisper a prayer for the dying.
Save these days of old. Save us from the brave and bold.
Saviors grand old time. Grave influenced strong. Flowers of quantum ride
religion dividing the world
Open your...

– by Dar-Shad

1 View

added 1 month ago

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