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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The truest endeavor of a poet Is to analyze the human condition - Oh, poets, if you but knew what condition My condition was in. Scribbling scribes, Bleeding from fingertips – Knowing from where the blood comes, But never knowing where it goes. Who claims the pages that Drift now lonely in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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