It is a radicalised reparation of my haunting,
burned out lie.
It is, it's drug it in you choose, it's lips are fostered,
is in to pules of the mirror, it is washed from, in
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woww....simple breathtaking write! amazing! do you have a way with words or do you have a way with words?
heaatbreaking and breathtaking as always! ! ! keep it up evil bunbun
Nice.... :) o.o ................................................. dont know wat to say
wow............................ idk wat to say just... ............... wow!
James, i guess i'll leave it to others to understand this. i have a bit of understanding...........maybe. my favorite lines: Across it, down it, like my tears, across a white barren bluff of porcelain, it's now dry face of relief, dripps and dropps. i've encountered dropps in two poems of Valsa George i believe. did someone (else) famous use such spelling? ? bri :)