Summer nights
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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| High | -1 | 11/17/2008 |
| Soiled | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| Social Parade | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| Flower | 1 | 11/17/2008 |
| Seaside | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| money | 1 | 11/17/2008 |
| A place | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| World in your Eyes | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| A happy ending | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| Temptation | 2 | 11/17/2008 |
| Something of Nothing | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| Think like you | 2 | 11/17/2008 |
| Strange eyes | 1 | 11/17/2008 |
| end | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| Life | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| Summer nights | 0 | 11/17/2008 |
| Loving | 2 | 11/17/2008 |
| Confusion | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| School | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Untitled | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Misunderstood | 2 | 11/15/2008 |
| my mind | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Everyone and No one | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Without a Heart | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Alone | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Creator | 1 | 11/15/2008 |
| Take me away | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| sleep | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| End | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Man in the Moon | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| Birth of One | 0 | 11/15/2008 |
| If | 2 | 11/15/2008 |
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