A Single Breath
Heaviness crushing an empty soul, wierded down in melancholy drops of poison.
Waiting for a someone who doesn't exist, a love more potent than a single breath.
Pleasures...such a sorrowful act, fated to be overrun.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| He was all twitch and shiver | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| I rode the Train | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| Conversation with the night | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Forgive | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| Raging Heart | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| Embedded | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| Selfish Delight | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| A Single Breath | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
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