Poems from saderholdt1

The pain and the fear are ghosts,  spectres,  a fabrication of reality.  In a moment they will appear and then vanish and I will be left...
The pain and the fear are ghosts,  spectres,  a fabrication of reality.  In a moment they will appear and then vanish and I will be left...
Though I am not repelled by Death and though his glances toy with me I’d like to stay and chat awhile With charming Eternity And though our...
Maybe you and I, we are from the stars How lost we’ve been Searching for reasons we feel out of place Though home always hangs overhead  ...
Maybe you and I, we are from the stars How lost we’ve been Searching for reasons we feel out of place Though home always hangs overhead  ...

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