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because poetry's just another way to confess
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
VIII
We thought we managed to outrun the fog,
but still it remained coiled 'round our brains,
clouding the back of our eyes
and feeding on what could have been.
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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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and unless otherwise noted, are a reflection and extension of myself, and myself only.
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