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The bodies were passionless,
with unforgiving limbs.
They move unexpectedly,
And there's nothing to offer except bone.
What was once there,
Is there no longer.
How frail my heart became,
Once his words became routine.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Seduction of Adam | 0 | 10/07/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 10/07/2009 |
| The nearness of you | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| For the love of Jason | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Someone to know me | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
| All the words. | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| To love you is to fear you... | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
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