first loveA Poem by Nanromancing the goddess musehearing of your illness pulls the threads on my creativity they loosen and fall it says nothing, poems die like drama queens on the floor and just this weekend we lived among the smitten kisses and dancing, sweet fun now, alone, you've become ill again I wonder how long I can go on
but first, to disturb the mystery of why my love has gone she hasn't, she's written and I'm sharing it now
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1 Review Added on February 18, 2009 Last Updated on February 18, 2009 AuthorNanKansas City, MOAboutThought I would share the irish band I'm playing with for the simple fact that St. Patty's will be here soon. Follow the link and hear some tunes. www.myspace.com/kelawenmusic more..Writing
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