Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
You cannot die Should you even desire Not while you float On the backs of the drowned.    Know your life As a tree of the mourned  Pay your...
Our children may grow to know War and strife Famine and hunger Pain and loss Anger and hatred   But by my vow they will know Peace and...
It's no use I Circle round and round And round biting at My heels nipping my Toes gnashing my flattened Rows of teeth as If I can swallow...
I can have everything I want but I don’t and it’s all my fault.   Imagine having everything but doing nothing and deserving nil.   This is...
Hymns for the blood child Rhymes sung to the one that holds the key  To this frigid palace.    For the husband king that loves The womb--...

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