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i'm still searching
for that splinter cell
splicing my fingernails;
but it's hard building
concentration camps
inside my brain;
when i've mastered
that nirvana spirituality
that i've experienced
before, i shall
never return.
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
-- W. B. Yeats
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I was wondering if you would be interested in looking at a new poem I made.
Your analysis of my other poem was good, and I would love to have your opinion.
^.^
and that's why I wanted to thank you
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I on the other hand am very glad about the things you told me *a long time ago*
I thought I should at least help your day a little by saying that I appreciate your comments, and that by all means you should keep up the good work
i really ******** hate gaia comments and whatnot, cause it's tiny and awkward and aoifuaw STUFF
can always add me if you're bored on some chatbox s**t (msn skype w/e). nobody is awake right now but me.
here's some in-between: yo.
the first part rhymed horribly (if you can call it a rhyme)
the last part was ended by an old lady running off with sexy penguins. what more can i say about that? obviously that was an epic fail write there. the words used to rhyme with were everyday words that a 3rd grader could use. anybody could do what i did. except everybody could do it better. thats what you were looking for correct?