Love
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tempore vanitatis
measure the passing of our existence
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God is not dead
God is not dead, nor doth He sleep
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bleak sufficient
Enough. Fall down!
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Weight. Less.
I lay down My Expectations
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accounting for taste
allure is in the observer’s oculus
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sunless solstice
celestial cycles don’t control all darkness.
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laws of attraction – #SoCS
Is that whole “opposites attract” thing really true, outside of magnetic properties?
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in limbo
Solitude is a state of mind.
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on advent – v
Please, bring some tidings.
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on advent – iv
incarnation… wow.
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hold on tight
factory-installed
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repetition suits me fine
the triolet’s a form I lovethe repetition suits me finefamiliar fits me like a glovethe triolet’s a form I lovePerhaps some day I’ll rise aboveand find a form that’s mine – all minethe triolet’s a form I lovethe repetition suits me fine The triolet is a short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes…
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Sonnet XIV – Close to the Wind
a proud sight beheld, from stern to the prow.
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fingers need a break
Writing has its time and place
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roundabout
The vicious circle carries on. Must think to make the thinking gone.
