heres one of my poems
Misplants
Misplaced and deluded,
this light is so strong,
our wepons brought down,
we seek right and wrong.
Our spirits are failing,
our messages too,
there's this light inside of me,
I gave it to you.
We play this game,
each night and each day,
but no light do we gain,
as ours fades away.
The moment of truth,
this is our chance,
yet we fail again,
our lights are misplants.
- Kim Boyce 2005
Resistant~Fae Community Member 
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