Nothing Personal
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Only ChanceA Poem by Nothing PersonalWhen there was still time,there wasn't time.There wasn't you,born right at the middle of Babylon at the loin of all religions and probably all races.Y.. |
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Telephone DoomsdayA Poem by Nothing Personalthank you for calling |
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MovingA Poem by Nothing PersonalThere wasn't anything as it seems. Or Nothing is as it seems. Innocence is a favorite lost word. |
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The MoveA Poem by Nothing PersonalThere are far better worlds out thereHazy, unclear , certainly not vividin a journey of tangible emotionswhere God indeed can sit downfor a game of ch.. |
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At the end of creation (or at its begining)A Poem by Nothing PersonalYou are my conjecture when the universe ends.I will create geometry, possessiveness and dystopialooking through your eyes.O mystic girl,this time make.. |
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Why Saturday mornings are always gray?A Poem by Nothing PersonalThe Answer follows... |
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The ArtistA Poem by Nothing PersonalThey said curiosity was the urge of the generationI for myself, can hardly beg to differIt was FridayAustin was moistthere were raindrops all over my .. |
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Chain reactionA Poem by Nothing Personalthe life leading to the life..to the life.. |
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strange??A Poem by Nothing PersonalI am a poetNah, Nah, I used to be a oneNow I smile at relative strangersdrink dark difficult coffeesand live off pretendingI have a voice butgladly th.. |
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HindsightA Poem by Nothing PersonalLooking back |
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