Terence An Poems

Loneliness is but an ever present soul,
But always restless in its ill-fitting mold,

And I will overlook the massive sea,
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You found her over the hill,
You found her past the woods.
Your Youthful mind joys to ask
To walk the long way if she would,
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It is an heirloom for the audacious,
A foray into valor.
The scar, like water, carves canyons
Out of flesh so coarse and callous.
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