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This is a new thread y'all. It is not because it is almost christmas, no far from it. I want to welcome you all, members and staff of Lit.org, to join in this one time event. It was said through out my life that the only way to look forward was to keep one foot in the past. Well guess what, It finally inspired me. So this thread, titled season, is about the season of yesterday. Write any form of poetry you like, just keep a nice underlying tone of history. Peace and have fun. Oh and as second thought, try to connect this poems in some wierd unobvious way.
The wordly affairs, so hard to see, the strain is finally hurting, a pain I ran from so long, my feet have been trailing in the sand beneath me, my body weary, my eyes teary, I can see the light no more. She is gone, travelled alone to Zion, her trail dissapearing before me, agony my blessed curse. I shall find you, i shall find you when the time has had enough. The scars can no longer relate, my fears a man castrate, i can see the line no more. To hide and curl, let my destiny unfurl, i wish so not, my yesterday was mine, my tomorrow shall be so too.
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Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!
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