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Guide these shaky hands as they write.

Inspire these words that pour out of me.

Quell these horrific fears, take them from sight.

Place visions of angels singing before my eyes to see.



I being merely a vessel to write,

Through broken soul, woven with tears.

Etchings of inspiration for those living in fright.

Let me ignore those hate filled spiteful words of my peers.



Weave calming prose,

From this your wilting rose.

A simple poet, a dreamer seemingly frozen.

From nightmares, dire deeds worldly greed

That has taken a once vibrant ruby red rose,

Wilting its beauty, till it’s a withering wilting rose. 





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