i see in cold!
Emptiness is cold.......
cold is filled......
with nothings......
Nothings are Somethings
in my eyes....
My eyes....
are filled with special
effects....
to see waht you see
as
Nothing.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| mine's mind | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| digger man | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| the visit | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| feels cold | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
| i see in cold! | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
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