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I wonder if the poetry of Heaven Will be as beautiful as poetry of Earth? For Heaven is nothing but bliss and joy, But it is pain that produces great art! In Heaven, we can no longer cry of separation. In Heaven, we can no longer worry for our sins. In Heaven, we can no
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You’re a fable. You’re a myth. Beauty like yours exits only in tales. Love like this exists only in stories. Yet here you are. You are a dream come to life. So don’t go. I want to see this dream forever. I’m moving forward, oh yes, I believe. Yet I feel I’m being pulled back
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The confusion, the anger rages deep. And as I feel it rising to the brim I envision, plan, and refuse to weep. I pray that this isn’t merely a whim. I stand at the precipice – fly or fall. Or can I turn and leave, back to comfort? The thought crushes me, not meeting the
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