Until The Job Is Done
We match pace Dividing the load And sharing the strain Until the job is done. We don't race, We don't goad Or brag or strain We simply pull as one Until the job is done. Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Until The Job Is Done
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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