WHILOMA Poem by C.It's foolish to try to compete with Rhinoblaster.
A lace-y glove that shouts Victorian.
Coffee cups waxing and waning, and the jibber-jabber won't die of asphyxiation. Too bad. In another life I might have liked girls. But just like then, they won't shut the f**k up. © 2010 C.Author's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 17, 2010 Last Updated on November 17, 2010 AuthorC.London, England, United KingdomAboutI'm a Philosophy major, Creative Writing minor. I like Philip K. Dick, Frank Herbert, Isaac Asimov. Partial to poetry. My poems are mostly short. Recurring themes: detachment, apathy, loss, melancholy.. more..Writing
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