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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2010 Jul 30 Comment on this Work [[2010.07.30.04.29.5719]] |
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this simple little stupid frightened poem has no hope at all and already knows that its meaning for being its design the creativity it was meant free will never be it will die silently fail at its design miss its calling hope, no ring eternally same as me, I've lost divinity i'm snuffed out purpose calamity destroyed joy conspiracy no bloom, no "to flourish perfectly" dead hopes, foscilized romantic gallantry fail visionry with bad plan, plan, plan plan to make you see that you are, were, would be very loved by me |