FameA Poem by Night EdgeFame is a dream.
It’s trans-global youth, In the night Someone realized While discussing the truth: Unchanging Means nothing. In absolution Rest easy. Cause the hero always wins No matter how cheesy. If sounding at risk, Then the risk takes a fall. On the wayside, The sky side, Everybody feels small. Back in contingents, A song and a price. Blood budgets Everything and Everything ain’t nice. Surprise, hypno guy Has a packaging car. The driver drove Whitewashed Under the stars. Align with the brightest, The wanna will shame. This heart broken Body all used up By fame. © 2010 Night EdgeReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 13, 2010 Last Updated on May 13, 2010 AuthorNight EdgePortland, ORAboutNight Edge is my superhero name. Don't ask. I'm quite confident in my awesomeness although some people might disagree. I enjoy writing. It's my life blood. I'm not shy about anything. But I'm almo.. more..Writing
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