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Board Administrator Username: mjm
Post Number: 3871 Registered: 11-1998
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Honorable Mention Stepping Softly Within Chant Behold! I am passion soft and sweet. An eventide rose with petals deep in faded prose, wetly stirred with ashen trailing bows. Behold the novelty this breath sighs. I am tempered with piercing lies and maiden words. Gifted with poverty, And the wish to die. Behold! I am powerless ... Within me, strength is broken thin Like Olive trees that burned in sin. A bourgeoning success Should not avail my end. Behold me nevermore, I am lost while whispers rise, Of scattered frost upon my eyes. My heart no longer sore, My tears are memories loss ...
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