Midnight By T. R. Phillips
from whence did all this darkness arrive all brightness gone am i even alive
i can’t help but cry as i keep asking why
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Falling By T. R. Phillips
Is love less true when it comes from one who loses his heart with ease?
Does the love of one who loves only once have more meaning?
Does it matter not how many times you fall as long as you fall at all?
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