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Poem Tag : pain

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William Troup

Untroubled in His Abode

Published on Sun, 13th Sept 2026 at 23:16

by William Troup

Untroubled in his abode, the wheel knows not of innocence; no altruism did creep, or water seep, in the shallows of his sleep. Tied upon the mast, his heart has all but left, and further does the coastline seem, as oceans beget his past. Untroubled in his abode,
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William Troup

His Masters High Demands

Published on Thu, 27th Aug 2026 at 16:40

by William Troup

Unwillingly, to himself, addressed his masters high demands; within the saddle, he did retest a trail he had yet to command! Open wounds did flow his pride; a freshly scented curse! now warders hold those souls at bay, as crimson red divides. Unwillingly, on
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Published on Wed, 17th Jun 2026 at 23:39

by William Troup

A jest beyond your doors yields little chance of succour; what of solace upon the floor? this voyage awaits the shore ...

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Published on Mon, 13th Apr 2026 at 22:58

by William Troup

Hollow stone, left alone; bones broken by eggshell words. Hollow stone, beating tones; known faces through every bird. Hollow stone, vacant thrown; sewn rivers to hopeful thirds. Hollow stone, left alone ...

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William Troup

Her Smile

Published on Wed, 29th Oct 2025 at 00:15

by William Troup

Effulgent, her smile; soft and warm, where sunlight wraps its soul ... behold! Weary, yet dogged, the moon does ache; what of her day will grace this heart? Vast, yet sewn, these swathes of trees; deeper from me, her lies do bleed. Effulgent, her smile; sweet, but worn,
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William Troup

Eyes

Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 21:52

by William Troup

No eye, for this eye; as for me, you are blind; as unraveled as the sheets that await before my sleep. No rivulets seep from my skin, no fallacies reign in the deep; for time is a war of attrition, nothing more than a tradition; and what of me, you ask? my
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