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     in 6 months of solitude am i about to rise

    scarred still by a broken-hearted curse

    i am a man though until the time of my demise

    teardrops are like bullets that passed through my body to my soul

    apart of me has gone been taken by sorrow and dispair

    i am here still willing to again stand tall to give the song of love one more verse

    because i am a man until the time of my demise..

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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