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The vomit turned bile the beddings stained soiled repeatedly Sweated profusely followed with chills and pain.
What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?
Her back could only bend so much..… 'neath him she braved the peril. Attached to the barrel Her grasp to such. Strength wavered,
Sing me a song of love and fate. Devoid of exhaustion from contenti… The wall had appeared... keeping permanence...I fear Save me from anguish I feel.
Warm days of summer brought rain f… Wet shirts and trousers hanging at… Wild and boisterous laughters hear… Warm smiles of children at play... Wet and sweaty faces on display...
His piercing hazel blues stared ba… Searching for her lost soul... He was there to save her from madness that left her in torm… He was there to hold her hands
Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… I am graced with borrowed time and…
I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…
The rice laid on the mat, While it dried under the sun. I sat on my father’s lap, as I read from book of John. My sister played nearby
Some people say that marriage is a… Some people choose to hold on... Some people choose to forego... And in the process of things, people forget what they’re meant t…
You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch
Patiently awaits The upward dancing motion Uniting us one To dance around for a while Imbed in crevice later
The caveat is expanding chasm in the mountain— where raging lava forging through to freedom.
Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,
Lost in my deep, sweet reverie, beautiful voice singing a song... accompanied