"The Time"
Yes, I love. A turn of chemicals cradles my head in it. Their taper in flowing can bring about my heart quickly, Anger that should be kinetic is slowed in pace into place. Sorrow is the principle undertone, bobbing ours along, That the time we had was in any way real is not yet enough,
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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