The Season for War
Fall that colorful but dead month so appropriate that when the bodies of my friends are blown to bits like red, wet leaves I can squint my eyes and blame the trees. Sign in to see full entry.
Poetry is Cheap Therapy: The Season for War
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When the tapping on the inside and the tapping on the outside coincide, words are born. All poetry copyright protected to give_a_rip 2006.
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