The Artifical Desire Poem by Natasha Glynn

The Artifical Desire



I wish, But wishing is fantasy. It is unreal; a reverie of fates.
A sequence of aspirations strung together by infinite desire.

Monday, November 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy,together
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