![]() 07/22/2015 at 00:25 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
A time now so distant
Tell me - what did you see there
In the darkness - of the past
The eyes - stares so empty
The mouth - screams so silent
![]() 07/22/2015 at 00:33 |
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Ok.
![]() 07/22/2015 at 00:39 |
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I prefer the Moody Blues “poetry”.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
![]() 07/22/2015 at 01:07 |
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Damn, Nibby found the hypercrack again.
![]() 07/22/2015 at 05:38 |
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I like my poem:
Your figure is like an hour glass;
your hair is like gold.
You have the body;
I dream to hold.
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Smooth