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because poetry's just another way to confess
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
II
It's like an itch I can't scratch,
Right between my eyes.
I can feel the solution hiding,
barely concealed under my skin.
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so, this is it:
viktorria
I've just realized that I can't write to please everyone, only myself. Thank you, Mr Bradbury.
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These poems are my own
and unless otherwise noted, are a reflection and extension of myself, and myself only.
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