Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
— Plato
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In the end we’re all on a journey
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In the end we’re all on a journey of sorts.
We wait for a sign or something that attracts our attention. Look for a deeper meaning to it all. That’s what poetry is for.
Searching.
— R.M. Engelhardt, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems Of R.M. Engelhardt 1989-2006
She was pure chaos with a touch of
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She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
In the end we’re all on a journey
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In the end we’re all on a journey of sorts.
We wait for a sign or something that attracts our attention. Look for a deeper meaning to it all. That’s what poetry is for.
Searching.
— R.M. Engelhardt, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems Of R.M. Engelhardt 1989-2006
She was pure chaos with a touch of
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She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
In the end we’re all on a journey
-
Posted by
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In the end we’re all on a journey of sorts.
We wait for a sign or something that attracts our attention. Look for a deeper meaning to it all. That’s what poetry is for.
Searching.
— R.M. Engelhardt, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems Of R.M. Engelhardt 1989-2006
She was pure chaos with a touch of
-
Posted by
- 0 comments
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
In the end we’re all on a journey
-
Posted by
- 0 comments
In the end we’re all on a journey of sorts.
We wait for a sign or something that attracts our attention. Look for a deeper meaning to it all. That’s what poetry is for.
Searching.
— R.M. Engelhardt, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems Of R.M. Engelhardt 1989-2006
She was pure chaos with a touch of
-
Posted by
- 0 comments
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
In the end we’re all on a journey
-
Posted by
- 0 comments
In the end we’re all on a journey of sorts.
We wait for a sign or something that attracts our attention. Look for a deeper meaning to it all. That’s what poetry is for.
Searching.
— R.M. Engelhardt, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems Of R.M. Engelhardt 1989-2006
She was pure chaos with a touch of
-
Posted by
- 0 comments
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
In the end we’re all on a journey
-
Posted by
- 0 comments
In the end we’re all on a journey of sorts.
We wait for a sign or something that attracts our attention. Look for a deeper meaning to it all. That’s what poetry is for.
Searching.
— R.M. Engelhardt, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems Of R.M. Engelhardt 1989-2006
She was pure chaos with a touch of
-
Posted by
- 0 comments
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum