Late Night Heptad FourA Poem by Invisible InkHeptad: a group or series of seven
there is something there hiding,
behind my mind, burning to EXIST. the truth is a vase long broken drink the water quickly the bread is to dry too taste as the world turns away, I can breath © 2010 Invisible InkAuthor's Note
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Added on February 10, 2010 Last Updated on February 10, 2010 AuthorInvisible InkBelton, TXAboutI don't really like being judged by my age, so obviously I am young. I really spell either so thank god for computers. I am a black-belt but am too sick to continue training so i take comfort in my wr.. more..Writing
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