Stepping Stone..
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 |
| Soldiers | 0 | 04/12/2009 |
| Spirits call | 1 | 01/16/2009 |
| My Shadows | 1 | 01/16/2009 |
| The view is forever from here | 0 | 01/16/2009 |
| Penetration of the Soul | 0 | 01/16/2009 |
| Primal | 1 | 01/16/2009 |
| Fear is Ignorance | 0 | 01/16/2009 |
| Wandering Hearts | 1 | 01/16/2009 |
| No getting back | 0 | 01/16/2009 |
| Stepping Stone.. | 0 | 01/15/2009 |
| Jaded | 0 | 01/15/2009 |
| Emerald Eyes | 1 | 01/15/2009 |
| God's Hand | 0 | 01/15/2009 |
| Lost Souls | 0 | 01/15/2009 |
| Epilogue to a Heart | 0 | 01/15/2009 |
| Forever Love | 0 | 01/15/2009 |
| Gypsy Traum | 1 | 01/15/2009 |
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