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A Not-Love Poem[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]A Not-Love Poem
This is not a love poem, not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February stomping the signatures of lost years in footprints on the pristine present- this, not-night has become electric with memories smashing through the thin ice of teenage alchemy, charged, with the possibility of heartache,
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These violent delights have violent ends .....and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
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A cardiac patient named Fred
Made a limerick up in his head.
But before he had time
To write down the last line
Elliott Moreton
Every time i visit your page i am always SO inspired.
I wish you had an extra 100 000 page views so everyone knew about your masterpieces
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Yo ho, all together, Hoist the Colours high / Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die!
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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like ur arts!!!
wondering .. do u have lesson??
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Art is the element of expression. Art beholds me. Art is the only thing that keeps me sane.
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Art is learn from one and other. Thus it art evo wif time and through people.
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A cardiac patient named Fred
Made a limerick up in his head.
But before he had time
To write down the last line
Elliott Moreton
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