

BinaryThat stench of thick fastened death A ribbon held tight toBinary
The wrist
A life Living in cross fire Crowds
Crowds The gold finger tips Cave in
As if I was the prize The grand trophy Flame of rage
And furry And the white hairs in between A brick wall
Move again another They want me for what I'm loved
But why? Have I been spinning gold in my sleep? The illness is choking
The parliamentary case The mouth seizures The car crashes
The tempest
Th
twilight
nothingness
thankyou for the
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i love your photography!! is soo awesome!
xx
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I am a very neat monster.
I'm so thankful for viewing
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Don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
thank you.
goodbye.
i really need ur help
its easy as a click!
can u just go to [link] and vote for me!? my photo is parabola by tool
thnXxxXX
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[link]
You seem like a good writer, I've only read two of your poems so far, but still.
There's a lot of talent that goes unnoticed on DA, so it's good to share the love sometimes
Us writers need to stick together!
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Love, I'd say.
And you're right - writers get the least attention on DA, so it's good to find others.
I have also added you
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Don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
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