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Written in time long gone lost in the vaults of time. Here are some inner ramblings of the mind; ‘while beatniks play in cellars dim, the poet speaks, the artist paints.’ Contained within are words of inner reflection woven within the hidden chambers of the mind, erratic thoughts brought unto the light of day. Ah, yes mystic words of unseen meaning, who can understand?
Submitted:Nov 27, 2009 Reads: 96 Comments: 4 Likes: 3
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