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When Cometh Time

BERJAYA

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

About A Million Times

BERJAYA

Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…

When Cometh Time

BERJAYA

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

About A Million Times

BERJAYA

Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…

Stalled

BERJAYA

I am stalled,
Like a hapless paper plane…

Warm Westward Wind

BERJAYA

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

When Cometh Time

BERJAYA

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

About A Million Times

BERJAYA

Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…

Tend Your Sails

BERJAYA

…Where thoughts lead fears,
And fears push actions,
And actions leave marks…

Warm Westward Wind

BERJAYA

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

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Rtistic

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Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

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yaskhan

I dream so I write ..

Borden's Blather

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Ramblings and Ruminations

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