A Single Breath
Heaviness crushing an empty soul, wierded down in melancholy drops of poison.
Waiting for a someone who doesn't exist, a love more potent than a single breath.
Pleasures...such a sorrowful act, fated to be overrun.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| He was all twitch and shiver | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
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| Conversation with the night | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Forgive | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| Raging Heart | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| Embedded | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| Selfish Delight | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| A Single Breath | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
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