the best poemsthe best poetsare unwritenthe writenlives in the pasta dead thinguntill readand feltbut poetry actually poetryburnslike a fire that cann..
i knew this girl oncewho would always write these poems about loneliness.never really understood it,until now.one day,she hung herself from the vacanc..
well, i spoke to bukowski the other day.and he said you smelt,just like cesar vallejo.or was it lorca.but what would he know anyway.beside, he was pro..