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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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Daily Cycle | 1 | 11/21/2008 |
| Only Lies | 1 | 11/21/2008 |
| Running Wild | 1 | 11/21/2008 |
| Just When | 1 | 11/21/2008 |
| Tainted Memories | 4 | 11/21/2008 |
| Never Ending | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| Convalescent Thoughts | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| Child's Dream | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| Thought Process | 2 | 11/21/2008 |
| Too Much Space | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| When You Fall | 1 | 11/21/2008 |
| Confusion of Clarity | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| Imagine | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| L.O.V.E. | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| Watering the Flame I | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
| Watering the Flame II | 0 | 11/20/2008 |
| Now I'm Gone | 0 | 11/20/2008 |
| Looking | 0 | 11/20/2008 |
| Soulful Depths | 2 | 11/20/2008 |
| Bed of Roses | 1 | 11/20/2008 |
| Night Angel | 0 | 11/20/2008 |
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