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The Melancholy of a PoetWords will not come: They cruelly stand by the doorway to my brain Mocking me, Watching as I try to put my feelings to paper.The Melancholy of a Poet
They laugh as I fumble with them, Trying to arrange them into something clear, Readable Scribbling themselves all over my page, just to be tossed aside.
They enter in a jumbled swarm,
Find-a-word style. Dancing as I pick my way through the crowded letters, Just to find that one perfect word. And then it escapes.
And just as I give up I see it: My shining star, my glimmering jewel. My t
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I think I suffer from chronic indecisiveness, but I'm not sure.
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We are the sanninja!
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i'll be glad if you check the other works in my gallery !
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Hey, dog entity! Rise up and bare your biscuit filthy fangs at the oppressive leash wielding demon!! G**damn my navel itches!!
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tcharaan!
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CHRISTINE
my website www dot christinemorren dot com
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I didn't need to speak. I could lay thoughts out in his mind like they were a sheet.
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