puzzle
my heart is like a puzzle missing peices. impossible too solve until someone someone comes around wiht the midding peices and puts it back together again.
puzzle
12-17-2008
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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