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Clayton Millhouse
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The Chosen...
Life is hard. We all can say that. But never forget who and what you are; how much you are worth: Feeling left out, struggling through The gray shell of the day. Maybe pushed aside, maybe ignored Humanity's mistakes, hunting you: the prey. Not only theirs, ...

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Grace...
Physics tonight. And a poem. Grace The drops spatter at the windowpane Nose to glass, I watch the rain. Water mixed with Autumn mold A world for me that's bitter and cold. A robin flits by, shaking its beak, Escaping the frost that has left it weak. A thoug...

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You say let it go...
      "I'm sorry. How could you ever forgive me?"       Its a phrase that is always hard to say to a friend, and even harder to hear from one. Its a statement of complete remorse that painfully stitches up the wounds of a wrong.        Forgiveness.        I...

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Skylights...
     Another post, another poem. This one was written as a half-poem, half-song. If any of you have a possible tune for this, give it a go and let me know. Until then, it will simply remain words on a page. (Music really brings our language to life) --Skyli...

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Rasa, Rasa...
Physics tonight. And a poem. Rasa, Rasa My heart beats, As a man, as a drum. Hear the lifeline of this earth Dominion and destruction Return to this paradise Respite of the fallen Roll the dice, pass the cup Revel in this pleasure den. If you fly higher You...

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In Memoriam...
     Eleven years ago, I was six. I remember seeing passenger jets with terrorists at the controls and innocent civilians huddled in the seats slam into the sides of World Trade Centers One and Two. I remember watching the graceful glass and steel crumble i...

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Finish...
Physics tonight. And a poem. Finish. What are you fleeing? Running as if the Devil was right behind. Kicking up little spurts of gravel, In the recess of your mind. Starburst, fireworks Your breath comes heavy and hot. Always looking for that finish tape Bu...

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And This Is Love...
     So
often we forget that the concept of relationship is the foundation for the
Gospel. And even if we understand that correct foundation to the Gospel, we go
about relating in such a righteous manner that the entire purpose of
interaction is lost.      ...
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