After LifeA Poem by Sean
What is it you have to say about this world? At worst, I say it's interesting, at its best, a little less than that. Little strings of perfection are dangled at the claws of man who handle them as commodities to be bought and sold as souls, but perfect, in the end, is boring and the product stinks as such. Whether burning or bowing violins, stringing harps, or tapping tambourines, ever so lightly, so as to not disturb things, no slapping or banging in this band. This land of everlasting lacks something.
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Added on October 3, 2008Last Updated on October 3, 2008 AuthorSeanSan Francisco, CAAboutI'm surrounded by like souls and a******s, with nothing to tell them apart. The demimonde is making dating difficult, what with the markets the way they are and most of my money tied up in food and r.. more..Writing
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