Poetry & Broken Stars
Poetry, dreams, recipes, and rants
Friday, August 29, 2008
Just a thought
we have to be whoever the fuck we are
life is a blur
dreams are life
mystery and darkness and strange lonely souls are what makes me weep
near death, if the only life"
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