To be: For ArtA Poem by JimsimaginationOh to joy, what is joy? But one sweet moment to be shared, a glorified affair. Yet what wild whispers can destroy? In the cold, wet, darkness of the paranoid fretful mind; Where fears, that lurk behind; unsure joys, tempt the just artist
© 2012 JimsimaginationAuthor's Note
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Added on November 24, 2012 Last Updated on November 24, 2012 AuthorJimsimaginationLeigh-on-sea, Essex, United KingdomAboutI believe that I am a creative person;I have always enjoyed writing, and have recently been putting myself through open university completing an English Literature degree, part of this has been comple.. more..Writing
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