Acid Tears
Tears of acid fall on my face while i stand in the palm of death.Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| You walked away | 0 | 10/26/2010 |
| my day | 0 | 10/26/2010 |
| My library | 0 | 01/08/2010 |
| Shadow's kiss | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| your words | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Wings on the wind | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| My World | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Briliant Soul | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Trapped from Freedom | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| She of Misery | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| My Age an Ode to the Troubled World | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| Acid Tears | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| Icey Endings | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| now or never | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
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