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Henry Van Olviline ©
As I look out into the desert
I see the remnants of the past
What was once so alive
Died out so fast
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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LaVioletEyes’s Poems (10)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| As I Once Was | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Depth | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Storm | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| It's So Clear Now | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Haunting | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Walk Away | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Torn Princess | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Whispers in the Night | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
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