July 2011
What is this?
What gives you a sense? What is that spark? I want to know. So badly.
“Answer; 13. Five things you would need to survive, if left alone on a deserted...”
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The Great Gatsby: A Rambling Poem About Nonsense.
The flowers bloom,
The sky is an orange hue,
Today is Spring’s due,
To who you seek whom?
I dream of frolicking;
In a field of green grass,
But all I see, alas!
Is the key to heart’s locket.
