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Unending recursionA Poem by Quillin the end we must all face the truth |
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New BeginingsA Poem by QuillSometimes the only way to go is forward |
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Path of the thrallsA Poem by QuillWhen folks desire slavery |
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Near NumbedA Poem by Quillstay away from the extreme |
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Masochistic enchantmentA Poem by Quillthe love of pain |
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Pulchritude from the frolic domainA Poem by QuillAn unknown beauty |
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Nostalgia DriveA Poem by QuillThe past collides with the present |
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