perfect geometryA Poem by dontdigonswineMy soul is spiraling stars You've broken me off I could be a run-on sentence There's a ghost in my soul Where do I go to get truth? I'm homesick for the old me Just keep feeding my mind the simple solutions If only there was a way © 2012 dontdigonswine |
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Added on October 2, 2012 Last Updated on October 2, 2012 Tags: poem, geometry, fear, truth, alienation AuthordontdigonswineLos Angeles, CAAboutAspiring screenwriter/director from Omaha, Nebraska. Recent graduate of the University of North Carolina School of the Arts. Currently residing in the mental ward megalopolis of Los Angeles, Californi.. more..Writing
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