Right in front of the repose,
A proposal left to the right of lows,
Not the bleeding not the cries
Upon the pleading upon the lies,
A tragedy that surely dies
In the memory,
Of our dry eyes.
Right in front of the repose,
A proposal left to the right of lows,
Not the bleeding not the cries
Upon the pleading upon the lies,
A tragedy that surely dies
In the memory,
Of our dry eyes.
Perfectly put together!
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Thank you so much!
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Powerful combination. Poem and Art as one
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A quite volatile pairing, thank you!
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