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A Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBle

I went for a late night walk at 4 AM

Lightning bugs resembled the patterns of stars above

So I, knelt on the edge of a bridge, lit the orange end of a cigarette

To join in on the fluorescent choir;

All sustained by the sound of the river, flowing

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Added on June 15, 2013
Last Updated on June 15, 2013

“Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.” more..

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