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| Deomis |
When the poetry is over When it all should be dead and gone That's the time the poetry Back unto me comes A thousand words for a paradise A thousand words writ for dread Rushing and all tumbling Through the chaos in my head But the poetry is over The last has come and gone And you know that these words I say Are words that shan't live one |
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| arwyn | only prose remains. Is it the death of beauty, or the beginning of the circle anew? I think the latter. No matter what, someone always finds a way to make beauty happen. In the middle of a desolate wasteland, there's always someone creating. Music. Art. Words. Pictures. Sounds. You just have to look for it. | 181029 |
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| unhinged |
only prose remains. added punctuation to clarify. predictable structures, sentences, paragraphs. silent_money blurring_the_edges |
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| unhinged | jim_carroll | 181030 |