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do you feel
the night of story's
widow in the night the run
the back of shasing
blosseming love
in the rain i found my soul
its was tapping on my heart
that glow of the lighning in reckless memory

how do you hear yourself
in the mood of fire hesitation the next relision
smood as whiskey on the end of being a friend

the end of the nature calling
setting the coulours in laughter
i choise the trembing
satisfation
this is the window of the door


chanting trouble
invited i told her
hearing my tomorrow to die
fellin love with the end
the circomstance are like a casino in the snow
an inpression discribed my longing words

i never found a randy mountaintop
crying like a star falling down
abrosiadear reazens of the beat

quaileyedsnowfish wrote:do you feel
the night of story's
widow in the night the run
the back of shasing
blosseming love
in the rain i found my soul
its was tapping on my heart
that glow of the lighning in reckless memory

how do you hear yourself
in the mood of fire hesitation the next relision
smood as whiskey on the end of being a friend

the end of the nature calling
setting the coulours in laughter
i choise the trembing
satisfation
this is the window of the door


chanting trouble
invited i told her
hearing my tomorrow to die
fellin love with the end
the circomstance are like a casino in the snow
an inpression discribed my longing words

i never found a randy mountaintop
crying like a star falling down
abrosiadear reazens of the beat

this is best poem i read with many words and also in sentences and lines, and i stand and say hooray many times in saluting very good art and I give prize to the fish because no-one can write poem in way he did write. is good to be origin and men will cry and women will wash dish for dinners.

actually I agree this is one of the better works that Geoffrey has posted in ages.