The Diary of a Hermit
I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
stone
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Perched atop a hill With all my unmovable will I stood Surveying all I saw them Lovers Engulfed in throes of passion Defined their...
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Monday, June 21, 2010
The window
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Through the pitch dark a silver beam beckons me Erasing despair from my heart Will it set me free? The belief that I am right I am on ...
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