Poems from sri114

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     When you look at him, he can feel his veins burn up, he can feel them grow weak as his blood grows stale. He can feel you swallowing...
  What are we, if not hopeless sinners? Screaming and writhing amongst heaven's winners What are we, if not gifts from below?  Sinuously...
  You could not decide to see Your hand rested on roughened stone Shaped to seem polished and clean But you know that they cared little In...
Sometimes words can fail even the wisest of minds Sometimes reason can evade even the most rational of men Sometimes jealousy can fester...
The sky bellows Choking on unshed tears Shouting in the dark of warm nights   Groans of a stirring war.   The ground trembles As tears...

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