Aged LoveA Poem by Count Humilusthesilenceofme.comWatching a cork melt, following the drips of melted emotions I am lead towards a familiar state What proves to be certain ? Equations of past mistakes not learned from I always cut my heart for the notion that, She will be my very last beginning, middle and end… When the film reel has found a home and the book bindings have broken… That is when I suspected our green stars to find a place together in the night sky… Together… always Kissing brightly for eternity to envy. © 2011 Count HumilusReviews
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1 Review Added on January 2, 2011 Last Updated on January 2, 2011 AuthorCount HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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