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Origin of Conscience by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] As I woke, Sunlight tugging at an eyelid, In a dream remembered, We spoke, You sang a song, unfamiliar, yet... birthing a pang of guilt, Heart-wrenching tunes about respect, Of freedoms, not being equal, Of living a life...

Some nights by Paul Zietsman

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1] Some nights are darker than others.. Especially those nights when a New Moon shines darkly in all absence, Some nights are darker than others.. Specifically when The Grid of Power decides to shine in...