Omikron
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The ValleyA Poem by Omikron |
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My Body is a ViolinA Poem by Omikron |
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Don't come too closeA Poem by Omikron |
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The broken mirrorA Poem by Omikron |
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On the night of truthA Poem by OmikronAn old poem of mine. |
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In the loneliest of hoursA Poem by Omikron |
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A scented candleA Poem by OmikronWhen somebody leaves this earth, no matter how unimportant he or she was, one will always leave a trace of their soul and body on this earth. |
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ShortcutsA Poem by OmikronSometimes it's better to bite down and do the hard work, without trying to make excuses or being lazy about it. |
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