HATE, by Ivy Jordan
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Moods unchant Ideas flood Pain arose Stricken to mild Thoughts provoked Hatred in heart Agony unseen Limits unsurpassed Calling from afar Sin is not near Devils lurking behind Angels growing mild Hate is the word And is avoided Enlightenment far Hoodlum arose 2003 Jordan Ivy Jane L. |
| Posted: 2005-03-22 03:09:17 UTC |
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