Too many of schoolmates for a night of sleep.
One rusty town out of matchbox overgrown with vines found his way into a poem.
Truth don't need trust;
trust is much preferred without truth as well.
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
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..to drink from night rain's leftovers by the roots of youthful pine, and don't.. Second poem of the week feels like it's been ...
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If lust is moonlight, pour me ocean..! Lone hair in left nostril makes a man feel pitiful. -
Should i even try to master my intentions in such a windy day? Healthy point is interpretation (exegesis) of 'missing' as an indepe...
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