He Doesn't Compare.
When you're with me,If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Like. | 1 | 01/08/2010 |
| To Eat or Not To Eat... | 1 | 12/28/2009 |
| You Can't Pretend. | 0 | 12/28/2009 |
| Lovely Math. | 0 | 12/28/2009 |
| Beyond. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
| Your Princess. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
| If... | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
| He Doesn't Compare. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
| Every. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
| How or Why. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
| Lies Devour Love. | 1 | 12/27/2009 |
| The Hand of the Future. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
| We. Us. Our. | 1 | 12/27/2009 |
| Broken And Twisted. | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Debatable Day. | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Now I Need You. | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| My Shadow. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| To Have You. | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Us. | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| That Is That. | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| The Life Inside of Me. | 2 | 06/10/2009 |
| What's Left Of Me... | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| Tears. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| Yet Another Fight... | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Who Will Say Grace? | 2 | 06/10/2009 |
| In Pain. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| Let Me Speak. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| Black Tears. | 2 | 06/10/2009 |
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