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What does one do with a burnt out fire? The ashes are here, but not desire. Residual proof of what I once held--- Fleeting: memories of oaken trees felled. Brother collectors, whose work is complete taste it akin to me; something unique: The fact is collections (like my heart, whole) have all the components, save for that hole left by the fury, drive and frustration Requisite for our very creation. Second fact is wholesome hearts freed of greed, Unfettered by love, (the great earthly need!) Have no direction or key to the map So listlessly wonder with toe a-tap. Completed soul, with perfect attention: buying cars perfected without engine.
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Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 2:07 AM UTC
Jigsaw Heart
What does one do with a burnt out fire? The ashes are here, but not desire. Residual proof of what I once held--- Fleeting: memories of oaken trees felled. Brother collectors, whose work is complete taste it akin to me; something unique: The fact is collections (like my heart, whole) have all the components, save for that hole left by the fury, drive and frustration Requisite for our very creation. Second fact is wholesome hearts freed of greed, Unfettered by love, (the great earthly need!) Have no direction or key to the map So listlessly wonder with toe a-tap. Completed soul, with perfect attention: buying cars perfected without engine.
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Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 2:07 AM UTC
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