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Autumn nights
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Aaron Franklin
Jane
Jane: She held the world in ink-stained hands, But the world slipped between her fingers like sand, She wrote in the pursuit of promised lands, But her…
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Aaron Franklin
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stream of conscience
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Aaron Franklin
December 2020
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Stay away from me, And leave me to pick up the pieces in the weeds. These days are seasons divided and hung for high treason, Believe you me, I cannot…
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Aaron Franklin
Casting lots:
You’re my unsung masterpiece The complete antithesis of me A place to dwell this side of eternity An isolated shake of death’s cruel embrace My soul…
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Aaron Franklin
Her:
(These are just places to me now) Gone are the days of yesterday, and the places we kissed and laid, but our strained love could not remain, nor could…
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Aaron Franklin
Sojourning
What's become of me
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Aaron Franklin
Morning Song
Sing a morning song, sing while the mourning are mourning at dawn, While the green grasses are shimmering with dew, sing to the One who makes all things…
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Aaron Franklin
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