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  • Ascended from the African plains, / A blurry ancestor awakens. / His eyes are wide, as the days of primal instinct / Fall to the era of obsidian wit. / The crack of a bone goes unheard / Against the crackling o
    <100 words, 1 comment, July 2, 2007
  • The steamy chutes / Of endless fountains / Blow a mist of rosemary / Through flourishing expanses. / A perfect angle / Bathes in purity / A
    <100 words, July 2, 2007
  • How hard can it be
    To capture the capital
    <100 words, 1 comment, January 21, 2007. In Society, War, Thoughts

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  • Birth of Man at allpoetry
    Ascended from the African plains, / A blurry ancestor awakens. / His eyes are wide, as the days of primal instinct / Fall to the era of obsidian wit. / The crack of a bone goes unheard / Against the crackling o
  • Fountain at allpoetry
    The steamy chutes / Of endless fountains / Blow a mist of rosemary / Through flourishing expanses. / A perfect angle / Bathes in purity / As a bed of embers / Lets smoke fill the air. / Flutter
  • Baseless Hate is Predictably Reciprocating at allpoetry
    How hard can it be
    To capture the capital

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