Why It Rains...
Last time it rained the sky roared with a thunderous rage and then finally became blue because it realized it could never be as beautiful as you.
Why It Rains...
lisakissis1982 commented on Why It Rains...
01-16-2009
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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Love in Font Size 12 | 0 | 12/17/2008 |
Why It Rains... | 1 | 12/17/2008 |
The Elusive Conclusion | 1 | 12/17/2008 |
Lucid Flick | 0 | 12/17/2008 |
Saline Baptism | 1 | 12/17/2008 |
Utopia Lost | 0 | 12/17/2008 |
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The End | 1 | 12/17/2008 |
Expanse | 2 | 12/17/2008 |
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