WantA Poem by Rosa Carlyle-MitchellIt was chaos: a homogeneous collection of... Insipid ideas. and stirred it. Almost as if I take sugar. It warmed the little mess. The entire illusion had become dubitable, somehow reduced to desire and tactic! It's a very squalid, selfish thing - We want, so that we can feel; we don't feel so that others can not want. We don't generate responsibility, so everything lacks essential consequence. We just want eloquence, beige trust, and adventure. Anything, everything, nothing, something. A thing. Stuff.
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2 Reviews Added on December 12, 2012 Last Updated on December 12, 2012 AuthorRosa Carlyle-MitchellCape Town, Western Cape, South AfricaAboutI write because it's the right means. For me. I've got plenty in me for 20. more..Writing
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