no. i acutally, well, forgot about that. it was terrible stuff, anyway. ::shrug:: i tend to keep my poems to myself these days, i dont see the need to shove them down other's throats any more.
I always enjoyed reading them though... I actually knew that you didn't post on there anymore. I bookmarked and check every once in a while. I was more wondering why. I guess now I know.
I really loved your poetry though, you were by no means shoving it down other's throats.
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Question. Do you ever update your other poetry journal anymore?
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I actually knew that you didn't post on there anymore. I bookmarked and check every once in a while. I was more wondering why. I guess now I know.
I really loved your poetry though, you were by no means shoving it down other's throats.
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The words dance
over the [livre] (page?),
My heart knows that
It doesn't live
[Allez-y!] I said to [lui-]
But, I am alone
For [aujourd-hui.]
This night I know
There is not
A single person
Who knows me.
But, in the end,
History is false
[les reves etait
comme le d'eau.]
"Yes, I know it's cliched, but it's in french! I prefer the second part."
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