Dead Profound
Prove your apathy,
I'm the premise,
Selfish to the core,
An insane chemist.
Dead Profound
Prove your apathy,
I'm the premise,
Selfish to the core,
An insane chemist.
ginga commented on Dead Profound
01-06-2011
tenderpoison commented on Dead Profound
01-05-2011
BrokenHeart2009 commented on Dead Profound
01-04-2011
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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