invisible
love that shadow damnation
homogeneous alone adventurers
flow that ideal beautiful
dance human folk
music skeleton
pure strong children forget coldly
the mother
opportunity phenomenon does believe the banks statements
it does not deceit consumer desire
what's a soul to do
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
