Thoughts in momentsA Poem by Stevenconfused in grey, sad poems, deep timesWhat can a jest of life cause in a person? can the wind comfort a lonely sit? If a company on none can suffice an idea of peace, then when do others cause the distraction of comfort? Tears know no purpose in this transaction lacking in novelties. "A journey here by slow means of transportation." Every clock strikes grey, after the light of rain gives way. Thoughts of past gain futures weight. The voice quotes "beat" in every decaying reaction of experienced moments. So what's the deal? If the one who has said these moments, will never speak my good friend Neil?
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4 Reviews Added on May 19, 2013 Last Updated on May 19, 2013 AuthorSteventexas city, TXAboutI write stories that will tell me how people are from there questions and responses. don't know how to get this dang picture right side up! more..Writing
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