Chasingwhiterabbits

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My Poetry

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  • Just last night you walked into my dreams
    Oh, why can't delusion be as it seems?
    <100 words, 4 comments, September 2, 2008
  • Your lips are like a bleak midwinter storm
    Spilling frosty promises, icy lies
    <100 words, 5 comments, August 22, 2008. In Love, nature, sonnet
  • Fingers hold tight to my spine
    And my ink begins to flow
    <100 words, 2 comments, August 15, 2008

My other items

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  • Joshua at allpoetry
    Just last night you walked into my dreams
    Oh, why can't delusion be as it seems?
  • Seasons - A Sonnet at allpoetry
    Your lips are like a bleak midwinter storm
    Spilling frosty promises, icy lies
  • The Don Juan's Pen at allpoetry
    Fingers hold tight to my spine
    And my ink begins to flow

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