Is there room
for poetry
a time
for sensing
I am a poet
it is my life
should hell
topple us
I will speak on
regardless...
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in the confusion of a branching maze within a puzzle of choices and directions The single path labyrinth pulls strongly from these points a cross road where all paths meet twisting and turning directly to the center of the heart... LABYRINTH IS A BLOG DEDICATED TO THE PROMOTION OF FREE SPEECH..ALL POEMS OR EXCEPTS ARE ORIGINALLY COMPOSED
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- dawnvictoriahanna
- Lived 10yrs in England - Studied Theater Arts, Lived 10yrs in Canada. - Studied Art History and the Visual Arts. English Literature
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