WallGown
The stale air, the bent leaves, gives pause to this world and its flaws. Warped smiles, genuine fear, the knowledge of my life is made clear.
WallGown
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Tags: Inspirational
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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Perkwas’s Poems (22)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Range Comrad | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
| Hail The Game | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Whiley | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| Cavehand | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| Ville | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
| Frail Tyme | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
| The Sweet Air | 1 | 03/16/2009 |
| Claim On Hold | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| The Long Pond | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Constant Universe | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| LedMont | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Act Clear | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Drawtag | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Twist Fig | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Baithelm | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Braisse' | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| WallGown | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Louse | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
| On the Deedot | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
| Liltleer | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
| StarOvey | 1 | 12/04/2008 |
| Flatroom | 1 | 11/25/2008 |
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