Reactions received by Poet-of-Ephraim
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Ministers to my heart sing hidden by the trees, Flawless compositions perfectly interweaved. A caress from creation, a sonata for the... -
Ministers to my heart sing hidden by the trees, Flawless compositions perfectly interweaved. A caress from creation, a sonata for the... -
Ministers to my heart sing hidden by the trees, Flawless compositions perfectly interweaved. A caress from creation, a sonata for the... -
How can I praise you Lord? All my words are unworthy, My tongue is rough as gravel, my inkpot deserts me. Generic, formulaic and... -
How can I praise you Lord? All my words are unworthy, My tongue is rough as gravel, my inkpot deserts me. Generic, formulaic and...
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How can I praise you Lord? All my words are unworthy, My tongue is rough as gravel, my inkpot deserts me. Generic, formulaic and...
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How can I praise you Lord? All my words are unworthy, My tongue is rough as gravel, my inkpot deserts me. Generic, formulaic and...
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How can I praise you Lord? All my words are unworthy, My tongue is rough as gravel, my inkpot deserts me. Generic, formulaic and... -
The hyenas cackle over their bowl of bile, The pigs feast gladly on what's wholly vile. The spiders web in bloodlust greed, The snakes...
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The hyenas cackle over their bowl of bile, The pigs feast gladly on what's wholly vile. The spiders web in bloodlust greed, The snakes...
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You intoxicate me, I wander aimless like a drunkard, About to choke or burst from all the joy I've plundered. And if so, amen, for...
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The hyenas cackle over their bowl of bile, The pigs feast gladly on what's wholly vile. The spiders web in bloodlust greed, The snakes...
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LA one-time event, never to be repeated, 'til day is far spent or their light is depleted. Blown in the blue canvas, spreading a story...
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You intoxicate me, I wander aimless like a drunkard, About to choke or burst from all the joy I've plundered. And if so, amen, for...
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The soles of my soul are calloused and blistered, This pilgrimage is rougher and longer than pictured. One stride feels like three... -
The soles of my soul are calloused and blistered, This pilgrimage is rougher and longer than pictured. One stride feels like three...
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The soles of my soul are calloused and blistered, This pilgrimage is rougher and longer than pictured. One stride feels like three...
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The soles of my soul are calloused and blistered, This pilgrimage is rougher and longer than pictured. One stride feels like three... -
The soles of my soul are calloused and blistered, This pilgrimage is rougher and longer than pictured. One stride feels like three...
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Thank you to all who took the time to react and reply. It's strangely encouraging to see other Home Sick brothers and sisters...
