This has been one of my biggest dreams come true....
Yet this is one of my biggest fears.
What you read is what it is.
No apologies just a warning...



epilog

The writer with lost words.
In the voyage of time.
There is none.
No confusion.
There is none....

The lover with no one.
In the smell of impurity.
There has to be more.
possibilities
There just has to be more.

The book was open, and started with no ending.




Poetry by grey
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Written on 2008-03-10 at 01:11

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