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Lies, they fester deep within the soul,
turning it into a black hollow shell.
Lies, eat and leave to rot the marrow of
emptiness.
Darken you thought your lies cover my eyes
but it was a trick my eyes saw fine.
Lies destroyed as faith could not
protect. A soul torn apart.
A heart cannot survive with out faith and
faith has been taken by lies, leaving the
heart to die.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| You Said | 8 | 06/11/2009 |
| Forever | 6 | 06/09/2009 |
| Drifting | 3 | 06/09/2009 |
| Unsettled | 2 | 06/09/2009 |
| Through time | 7 | 06/09/2009 |
| Search | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| A Letter To You, (Part !) | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Not right | 5 | 06/05/2009 |
| Forgotten | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
| What is peace? | 2 | 05/21/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| Slumber Bliss | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
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