I used to think about you every morning, when I opened my eyes; every night before I turned out the light; you starred in my dreams most nights. I hardly think anymore...
-Roadside Memories
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
Douze
I used to think about you every morning, when I opened my eyes; every night before I turned out the light; you starred in my dreams most nights. I hardly think anymore...
-Roadside Memories
