nonsense #1A Poem by voidsparrowhooba gim slug vilrate bomf slobbdanklemy mother stole my car and the kittens under my feet suffer torn sheets would scream if they could shattered crystal glasses still sing, not realizing they are ghosts. my brother is stronger than me and friends under my feet suffer broken bottles cant reassemble themselves felled trees still grow leaf by leaf not knowing their roots are forever severed. © 2010 voidsparrow |
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Added on December 7, 2010 Last Updated on December 7, 2010 AuthorvoidsparrowRenton, WAAbouti write when i am inspired to do so. the price we pay for eliminating our ignorance is, unfortunately, eliminating some of the bliss that is associated with it. truth is ephemeral. it evolves a.. more..Writing
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