Geuss what?
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Human Beings | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| Life of your sadness | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| You stand | 1 | 08/13/2009 |
| Finding Hell | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Honouring my father | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| I am me | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
| Demons and Angels | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Immortal One | 0 | 07/05/2009 |
| Dream World | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| Soul Sister | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| Cryptic Life | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| Living the Life | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| Geuss what? | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| Nature's Call | 0 | 01/22/2009 |
| Sea Heart in the Forest's Song | 2 | 01/16/2009 |
| Soul sound | 2 | 01/15/2009 |
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