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    T.G.

    I am made of metal, bleed silver will not stop till I feel Satisfied , the first and the last. Death is searched but never found, sleepless and prepared is how I am. My happineess is eternal my kindness abundent. my destination has yet to be reached my soul uneasy my emotions burned to ashes my patience not breathing. My heart not beating all morals are seeping through the cages of my mind. my hate growing past my control dreams of blood overflow.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Tetsugin’s Poems (42)

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    B-Bread 0
    Under construction 0
    in progress 0
    pye bwa/ 36hrs no sleep 1
    pye bwa/ 36hrs no sleep 0
    What I have seen 0
    im losing my mind 0
    something like a song 1
    There is nothing but space 1
    Brother 0
    chadore 0
    delite 0
    love 0
    lavender letters 0
    Church 0
    bloom 0
    under 1
    Lavi 0
    uneven 1
    gourvenmount 0
    Practice 0
    my life 0
    forever 0
    Brothers 2
    You...again 1
    regret 2
    Eventually 0
    Airport 0
    S.M. 0
    time 0
    Today 0
    Gou me 1
    Existence 1
    You never replied 2
    T.G. 0
    asleep 0
    mindfull 0
    under construction 0
    you did what I didnt expect 1
    Yes another one 0
    Constance 0
    Lifes End 0