Missing
Missing the one
Missing the one that is on the breeze
She floats she feels
She is gone
We miss her
She is the higher
She is the higher for she made it the higher
The higher than we
She is my
Higher my archy
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Missing | 0 | 07/05/2009 |
| serenity! | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
| Confusion! | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
| I miss you! | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| To My Mommy | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
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