with romantic holocausts..
don't get me wrong
but these are myths...
imaginary fables
that tell of creatures
made of imaginary bones.
and the empty side of the bed
is a constantly rediscovered country.
Thursday, July 23
...
I'm finished
with romantic holocausts..
don't get me wrong
but these are myths...
imaginary fables
that tell of creatures
made of imaginary bones.
and the empty side of the bed
is a constantly rediscovered country.
with romantic holocausts..
don't get me wrong
but these are myths...
imaginary fables
that tell of creatures
made of imaginary bones.
and the empty side of the bed
is a constantly rediscovered country.
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I like this a lot. When I write poetry it feels like a struggle and sounds like it came from a fool. When you write poetry it causes action. My mind wanders with the words and it satisfies. Good job. Keep it up.
God you're gorgeous.
if that poem is yours, im, as of this moment, your fan... please confirm. :-)
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