Poetry
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Orphans…by G. Mramor
I felt these ragamuffins were orphans, so how their clothes hung dirty on their dirty flesh,…
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You are…by G. Mramor
You Are
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Pulsessor – Poem by M. Pitter
Pulsessor
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Conclusion – Poem by B Bullock
Conclusion
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I was a young boy…by G. Mramor
I was a young boy blind to an abounding pain when first the flame came to…
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The burning flame…by G. Mramor
At first, I like many other men and women before my dawning was scared to touch…
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I see you man…by G. Mramor
I see you man, your words are old and tired, and your books are green-leaved and…
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I see you woman…by G. Mramor
I see you woman, your age is bent into its own shadow, and your body has…
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