wystswolf

poetry

In which I discover a place that i've always known, but never all.

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A message to Lamar Sorrento and the Wolf

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The power to write is—it defies description. But it is trumped by music.

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Bohemian life forever! Let me write beautifully!

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Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.

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Save, we pray!

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Even monsters long to be touched.

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Dual furnaces where the dancer stokes his own doom.

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For the heart is an organ of fire, stellar power, truth, beauty, and love.

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Ripped from the pages of imagination to live as a fabricated memory.

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