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Lemon GrassA Poem by seath |
The River of ForgetfulnessA Poem by seath''the experience seems still to be so vivid, her face.... those traces which we, alone, could only reminisce. |
Arcane ImagesA Poem by seath |
Baby MiloA Poem by seath"a first person p.o.v. observation on a young mind in struggle due to dilly dallying" |
killing painA Poem by seath |
Rein Carnation PinkA Poem by seathif you happen to have any musical instrument with you,,, you may take the first four lines of my poem with the tunes which i had inscribed,play with t.. |
to a nymphA Poem by seath |
postragiceffectA Poem by seath |