Oh, whatever...A Poem by Hollow ManToday, in this instant, our thoughts are irrelevant to an ever-expanding universe; our actions, insensible in accord with raw human nature; our dreary routine the death of poignant love. And so it seems the day grows longer as life comes closer to its finale with moonlight lingered long after daybreak. To think I was once a child, bewildered by the simplest things. © 2011 Hollow ManReviews
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14 Reviews Added on March 1, 2011 Last Updated on March 1, 2011 AuthorHollow ManStafford, VAAboutI was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..Writing
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