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Tuesday, August 15, 2006cuppycake blogged at:4:56 AM Ahh, excuse me? I often see gormless ones from a passing remark, That are gone before I can tell what they bark. I want to get out of the train and go back, To see what they were beside the track. I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't, Not useless loving where woods have burnt-- Not scented flora gracing a tunnel mouth-- but wormlike assholes living on sand and drouth. Was something brushed across my mind, That no one on earth will ever find? Heaven gives its glimpses only to those who are able to look very close. -Haze hahahahahahah..pecah perut ketawa siot.....many people used to oppose and criticise Sylvia Plath's poems which had no direction........but only those who truly appreciate and have the ability to read between the lines can comprehend her hidden angst....well, whether you like it or not, my poems are here to stay, so if you cannot consume it, then look at some other blogs to throw your insinuations around, thank you.   |
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Haz or Haze. An ordinary individual born in 1973. As for relationshipwise, no comment. Mould and motivate the young into morally civic minded beings. Music,nature, poetry and movies are the indulgences. Blue and turqoise are the craze. Currently more active at multiply.com The views here are of my OWN PREROGATIVE and not intended towards anyone. Please leave this humble blog if it piqued or offend your own views.Thank you. DARE TO BE DIFFERENT!
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