I've lost my sense of poetry, of phrases turned on a whim, of words dancing, rippling on the wind. How can I be so full of words and yet so empty, so barren, a sparkling lake full of fish but all of them floating, dead?
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
