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Post by Brent on Jan 31, 2010 4:35:37 GMT -5
One more day without a purpose As regret becomes guilt The chills surface as expected Lines of my failure Ideas exhausted in this stage of being Pages cling together Days go by, themes recycle Opportunities seldom arise When everything has been written Every emotion, thought and feeling described This chapter of revelations yet familiarity A process where my mistakes manifest To learn lessons, to understand the self To seek future endeavors and influence To await atonement
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Post by notavailable on Jan 31, 2010 4:43:39 GMT -5
This brings SoP to mind. Success on your part.
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Post by scribe on Mar 3, 2010 21:55:54 GMT -5
I always really enjoy your writing style. Post more of it.
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Post by notavailable on Mar 4, 2010 3:45:43 GMT -5
I LISTEN TO ARSISI LISTEN TO ARSISI LISTEN TO ARSISI LISTEN TO ARSISI LISTEN TO ARSISI LISTEN TO ARSISI LISTEN TO ARSIS
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Post by Brent on Mar 4, 2010 6:33:50 GMT -5
haha I always really enjoy your writing style. Post more of it. I am pretty much out of ideas, that's actually the theme of this poem.
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