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i'm no poet,
i'm just teeming with words
fenced in like cattle
a voluminous herd
dying to be heard
i'm just teeming with words
fenced in like cattle
a voluminous herd
dying to be heard
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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.
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Last Hug | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
used to be | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
Ugly Side | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
Untitled | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
OFF THE TOP | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
Mind Company | 3 | 05/07/2009 |
HOMO ILLUMINOUS | 0 | 04/20/2009 |
peace | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
the city | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
reborn | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
hangover | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
projection | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
a glimpse | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
rise and fall of man | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
insomnia | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
offspring | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
"sentencing day" | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
untitled | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
"prose......" | 0 | 02/12/2009 |
"Shhhhhh Juslisten" | 4 | 02/11/2009 |
untitled | 0 | 02/08/2009 |
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