Crumbling soulA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetrySoemthing that just came to mindReality is a harsh reality Does this make sense? If this is true how could you word it? But isn't reality what we don't choose to be? So why would we choose to take a harsh turn SHouldn't we be able to feel safe In our own reality?
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6 Reviews Added on February 14, 2011 Last Updated on February 14, 2011 AuthorSherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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