Very little format, free form, no rhyming. Cut ups and stream of conciousness. Get lost in it.

"For the night, impalpable virgin-
Mother, which bathes all youthfull emotions with it's grey silence;
she thirsted for the strong night
when the heart bleeding lets flow
without witness its crying revolt." -Rimbaud

AshtrayDirt's Works

Poetry	07/08/2003	Untitled
Poetry	07/08/2003	Day of my babies Death
Poetry	02/13/2001	Oblivion
Poetry	09/14/2003	O.o.O
Poetry	07/13/2003	Je Voudrais Me Taire
Poetry	08/09/2003	Tear your web away
Poetry	10/14/2003	Fuck.
Poetry	11/25/2003	Awake!
Poetry	04/13/2004	A Dimly lit Carnival Ride
Poetry	04/15/2004	sunfire city
Poetry	04/23/2004	Fools!
Poetry	04/23/2004	"HE"

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