Adam Hollingsworth Biography

Oh, ancient Greece,
How much you have filled my soul.
The aesthetics of your kind,
Are more than satisfied
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As I walk down this path,
I see the reflection
Of sky staring back
In radiance.
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I leave the sorrows of life
In dust behind my heals,
Lost to a frenzy of strife,
Long, long ago.
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Ying and yang,
Love and hate.
Sad or glad,
Who’s to blame?
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I.

I dance upon your grave,
When the moon is shining bright
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