Stones
Stones on the ground
To trip on one I'm bound
To trip on one I'm bound
Stones
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Don't Want You Here | 0 | 04/06/2009 |
Leave A Message | 1 | 04/01/2009 |
Have You Seen Me | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
I Am a Slave | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
In Your Bed | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Eyes | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
Transparent | 0 | 04/01/2009 |
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