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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| uh... asphincter says what? a stoner poem | 2 | 05/06/2009 |
| the ox outside the gate | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
| oopsy-daisy | 1 | 05/06/2009 |
| nocturnal visitor | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| bloodlust | 1 | 04/28/2009 |
| 3 june 2004 | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| being conscious of... | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| tease | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| awake for now | 2 | 04/22/2009 |
| Jason | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| this is denah's broken heart | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| yet again | 1 | 04/22/2009 |
| ollie ollie oxen free | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| sad song | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| now | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
| a poeme by me, denah c. 96 | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
| silver lining 30 apr 1996 | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
| homesick | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
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