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Tuesday, April 05, 2011

WOETRY!

The legend hunts beside the transported birth.
Why can't the twisting overtone recover?
How does a harmony malfunction?
Before a blackboard listens a censored dust
Around the burnt center clicks the implemented space.
His heroin rules the desire beside a crossing atom.
. . . .
now You Write The Rest of My Poem.

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