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It's a short poem about leaves and nature.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Papaya is not a poor's man fruit anymore.
It happens when the night sparkles..Love to fear and back to love.
In a land exactly like our own just a little different is where an adolescent boy dangerously experiments with psychedelic drugs. In his intoxicated journey he searches for truth, love and eventually reality. If you donâ€™t understand the story donâ€™t try. It wasnâ€™t thought out...