Poetry Maybe
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Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
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Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle in morning sun…
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The poem reflects a pursuit of ego-driven desires, resulting in despair, lost in life’s tempestuous journey. persistently hearing a captivating but destructive call.
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Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages…
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whisking past galaxies against the backdrop of eternity now and forever.
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 