Ezra Juellinge Poems

My home is somewhere between that river,
That flows to the receiver from the giver.

My home is somewhere between those forests,
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I never knew our story would be bound to turn,
A heart breaking one, that'll actually burn,
Never knew you could be so rough,
Even a single "Hii! ! " now seems tough.
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Glimmering eyes and sturdy limbs,
Charred lips and bloody grins,
Restrengthened lives and smashed hearts,
Ignored yells and dark chuckles.
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If pain could fade easily,
And encountering thorns would be unknown,
If love would come to each one willingly,
And pat on the backs of the ones thrown,
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Magnificent eyes, glittering at those big balls of cotton,
Reminiscences; Thinking about the promise still not forgotten,
Staring at those stars she asked "Is my son safe?
Did you keep your promise, Snape?
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Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where tears fall upon the
palms of feelings;
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Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are?
The mirror of beauty or a wild spy,
Spreading the light of love over the sky,
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Terrorism lingered over fruitful smiles,
Destroying hope considering them imbecile,
Guns running over tearful graves,
Playing a game of Gun Man's Bluff with knaves,
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