Seconds become yearsA Poem by Lonesome TravelerAbandoned poetry overleaf words ordered too logically, formulaically.
Unfinished portrait underneath colours layered too consciously, forcefully.
Unkempt microphone upon a wreath rhetoric spoken too vehemently, poisonously.
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Added on June 11, 2013 Last Updated on June 16, 2013 Author
Lonesome TravelerUnited KingdomAboutYoung, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..Writing
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