Poems from Midnight Symphony

My emotions run to high, they bubble over yet stay inside. I bleed my thoughts through this pen,  my pain being read over sheets of...
Summer has gone, the leaves have turned, and the world spins closer to darkness. The money is gone, the family has split, and the midnight...
The curtain is a terrible thing, it hides us, blinds us, makes us who we are not, The man was strong, charismatic, wise, but alas no match...

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