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Free verse № 123802

thoughts

Member since 2005 · Posted 20 Apr 2005 · 1 comment

unambiguous streams of lyrical prose stream through my head like a flame they flicker, they burn, they hurt, like a candle, they drip they melt they fade.

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[n/a] Christof 22-Apr-05/2:22 AM Reply
Then why don't you write them down?