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Oooooo lalalalalalalalala

Oooooo lalalalalalalalala

Thanks for the lalalalalalalala

The distances are physical

It’s a matter of time

That poetry helps

To minds combine.

 

Ask me not what my name is,

Ask me not who I am,

Ask me not why

I conceal myself,

There is no answer

Except poetry is all

That is left of me.

I am a smouldering flame

And soon shall be set aflame

— loved, Apr 09, 2010

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loved

loved

16 years 2 months ago

thank u ever so muuuuuch

its lovely its lovely its lovely that’s how i always say to thee to thee to thee PLEASE SEE I ALWAYS HAVE FOLLOWED THE TREE TIMES STYLE ALL THOSE WHO LAUGHED NOW LIKE IT. TYPO fault pl read in lowe r case sorry …
loved

loved

16 years 2 months ago

thanks a lot

its lovely its lovely its lovely that’s how i always say to thee to thee to thee PLEASE SEE I ALWAYS HAVE FOLLOWED THE TREE TIMES STYLE ALL THOSE WHO LAUGHED NOW LIKE IT. TYPO fault pl read in lowe r case sorry …
Z

ziggy

16 years 2 months ago

hi

hi i sence yearning in this always ,ziggy
loved

loved

16 years 2 months ago

YEARNING

POETS ARE half deficient you complete the deficiency by ur complements thanks ziggy lovely name loved
loved

loved

16 years 2 months ago

need of the hour

is the one and only thing we want LOVE THANKS FOR IT LOVED
loved

loved

16 years 2 months ago

portrait

portrait of myself is half rest u please potray thanks anyway always loved