38.3 Another From My Lost Journal
1.Is it a sin to believein nothing, to believe in the deadsway of grass, believe when I close my eyesthe world darkens? When we were kids we crossed our fingersto tell a lieto break a promise. We...
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for me,the speaker can't seem to decide if he's guilty or awash (or simply played all parts, and there is 'no praise, no blame')I played with the order. . .hope that's not too upsetting.We engineered...
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Thanks billy and O I certainly don't mind you playing with the poem. I rather like what you've done and may end up using it in some fashion. The poem really was a hodge podge
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We engineered playground floods, rescued ants on elm bark boats. Now when I visit even the witches’ house has lost its spell. I smoke and think possibly I am the smoke. At dark’s edge, monsters couple...
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