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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27
Mar
In the end we’re all on a journey
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
27
Mar
She was pure chaos with a touch of
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
27
Mar
In the end we’re all on a journey
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
27
Mar
She was pure chaos with a touch of
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
27
Mar
In the end we’re all on a journey
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
27
Mar
She was pure chaos with a touch of
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
27
Mar
In the end we’re all on a journey
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
27
Mar
She was pure chaos with a touch of
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
27
Mar
In the end we’re all on a journey
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
27
Mar
She was pure chaos with a touch of
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum
27
Mar
In the end we’re all on a journey
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
27
Mar
She was pure chaos with a touch of
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster
and god damn did I love drama.
— ventum