UnderTheDeadPoetTree
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Second Star to the Right and Straight On Till Morn..A Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeSleep doesn't just elude, it is proficient in guerilla tactics |
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On The Lipses:A Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTree |
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To The Oasis They CameA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTree |
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In Praise of The BreezeA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTree |
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The Guardian or The WardenA Story by UnderTheDeadPoetTree |
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Self SurgeryA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTree |
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The Everyman's FearA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTree |
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