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everything begins to fade ice melts in the Sun the delicate heart will seek the shade when tears of lost love run they drip into the stream of sorrow that carry them away lost at sea come tomorrow when the moon submits to day
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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