le mois
on a cup of coffee:there is a scent
a moon
of that night.
le mois
on a cup of coffee: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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le mois | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
Sonnet: Thou Heart | 0 | 11/02/2009 |
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