Growing upA Poem by InfiniteInkDays of such innocence and inquisition come to a end, and weeks of philosophies and exertion go into a swift labor. I must leave bale and venality in the life filled with misunderstandings and mutiny. But so I never fall back into that cycle of faultless ignorance, I'll leave it in my nostalgia as I walk forth into righteousness and cognition
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2 Reviews Added on March 14, 2012 Last Updated on March 14, 2012 AuthorInfiniteInkMableton, GAAboutIn the complex realm of ink and paper, my pen reigns as a deity of control, emotion is created through its intuition and its instinct is to be profound and expressive, my pen shall bleed in this realm.. more..Writing
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