My NEUROSIS So I entered the conference hall ready to recite my poem So my pulses began again in this fridge of emotion So I broke out and stood out...
The Pianist, A docile predator, With soothing claws, On his prey; coloured like good and evil. Far from the realm of sanity, He thumbs with maddening strain, The very citadel of...
[caption id="attachment_5873" align="aligncenter" width="302"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [In The Market Square][/caption]Lost in the wind her soul was bound. She wore a garment of rags, whispering to the clouds, tugging her dirty sacks,...
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