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If thou art rich, thou'rt poorA Poem by TaleshaIf thou art rich, thou'rt poor; For, like an a*s whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.. |
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The funeralA Poem by TaleshaHe is dead on the inside,for his other half has abandoned him... |
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HimA Poem by TaleshaThis was written six years ago.I was in love for the first time and it was my first heartbreak. |
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Waiting for himA Poem by TaleshaDoes he exist? |
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Green MiracleA Poem by TaleshaAs humans we scold and embrace sadness when we are taken for granted.But not nature,not a tree. |
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