My 4 sences
i can only hear what u see, and i can only smell, what u taste untell we touch...
My 4 sences
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
myshell’s Poems (9)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Unconditional Love | 3 | 10/18/2009 |
| just a moment | 6 | 02/12/2009 |
| Truth | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
| mirror images | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
| what hell | 2 | 06/29/2009 |
| colaberate | 0 | 02/12/2009 |
| 1 heart 2 start | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
| My 4 sences | 1 | 02/12/2009 |
| Flower Girl | 4 | 02/12/2009 |
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