Dead Is A Color TooA Poem by TTBoy28A flame that sparks ignited to maximum proportion makes way for many who find their own way and feed off the glow that directs them never enduring the need or desire to serve as fuel themselves tirelessly the flame shines and propels others to greatness multitudes of Roy G. Biv can be found in corners unimagineable due to that enigma continuing to blend with the others for a time draining a host which started to burn first like rocketships shot from David up up and away they say and disappear but never go away © 2010 TTBoy28Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 26, 2010 Last Updated on November 26, 2010 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutThe truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..Writing
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