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My Gift Of Selfish Rain

"A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits" - R Heinlein

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Muffle.

Hello inspiration! Where'd you melt away?
In a fleeting second, with callow innocence;
your redolence swaying, slaying these verses tense,  
and tacit lines wrapped - rapt in unfinished sentences.



Muted By Jalap. at 1:16 PM

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