Guest guest Posted January 24, 2006 Report Share Posted January 24, 2006 Ah, poet you are insipid and flippant You are uneventful in you astute longing Better you should have honed your teeth On something to bite into, something tangible And real, these words you write are like motes Of dust, floating across a sunlit room, gone. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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