me find joy, life, wading
through thick machines, littered, soulless,
American Culture, Cinquain, Depression, Idealism, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Purpose, Resistance, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Doraz on March 15, 2013 - 6:43 pm
Have fun writing this weekend. 🙂
#2 by Carl on March 18, 2013 - 10:30 pm
Thank you for your comment.
#3 by clinock on March 16, 2013 - 12:24 am
#4 by Carl on March 18, 2013 - 10:30 pm
And thank you again, John!
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