Monday, May 28, 2012

Mystery Sleeps Comments

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Doors shrink like cold streets.
Where is the big flower?
Life, death, and noise.
Faceless, rainy corners loudly get an old, cold flower.
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Ismael Rodriguez
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Sagar Shelar 28 May 2012

Really nice poem... nice job friend.

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Ismael Rodriguez

Ismael Rodriguez

Philadelphia, PA
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