The grind reaches a fleeting hiatus, Wine would lace commencement of a phase lacking stimulus, Of fountains and waterfronts serenity is what I yearn, Behold, Sweet November closes its heels, memories begin to churn!
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1/cos c
1/every time u end up proving yourself that the one you just wrote is the worst
2 comments:
1/cos c
1/every time u end up proving yourself that the one you just wrote is the worst
1/bad
1/not confused!!
good!
DO U WANT PEOPLE TO E MORE CONFUSED THAN THEY ALREADY ARE?????
GOD PLEASE COME BACK TO HEAVEN AND GUIDE THIS BLIGHTED SOUL TO ENLIGHTENMENT.
AND RIGHT NOW EASWAR I DO NOT KNOW IF IT IS YOU OR ME I REFER TO AS THE BLIGHTED SOUL.
READ ALL THE POEMS POSTED SO FAR. SO PLEASE EXCUSE MY MORE THAN USUAL LACK OF ELAN. ;)))
KEEP UP WITH THE POSTS PAL!!!
WAHTEVER ANYONE SAYS DO NOT TAKE A HIATUS FROM THIS.
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