Aric J Brisolara  

1986 -   
I am who I am. I write what I write. It is what it is. [A short prose writer giving his hand to poetry.]
sorry  
dreams  
day  
light  
wait  
exist  
thought  
life  
chance  
path  
left  
know  
world  
look  
way  
feel  
words  
chains  
close  
wonder  
hoping  
eyes  
grow  
bed  
life's  
make  
hold  
meant  
higher  
watch  
gate  
wings  
shall  
work  
long  
stars  
write  
sleep  
broken  
away  
won  
people  
hopes  
far  
need  
stay  
 
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