Read one poem. If it doesn’t move you, leave forever.
“smoke and pungent aromas fill the headpale brown streams flow under bare feet”
“seated at the bow,together we submit to the will of the blue”
“traders who will just take cashlager proudly brewed with hash”
“the cooling dinner of fillet steak and new potatoes,sits neglected beside two untouched glasses of Barolo”
“if you must leave this world todaythen I want to sayI’m sorry”
“she sees you when you’re sleeping;she knows you’re not awake”
“wind-driven whitecapscanter to a peeling pulse”
“generations have dug and crafted these tunnelstunnels which will not yield to a foreign aggressor”
“a half bottle of gin sits awaiting its toper,making rings on an old TV guide”
“she mutters riddles in my earthrough plumes of poppy smoke”
“muffled excitement from the crowdNaked, I kneel before the mistress”
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