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my voice: sohorey aaj brishti...
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Friday, August 10, 2007. March 31, 2008 at 4:12:00 PM PDT. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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my voice: January 2007
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Saturday, January 20, 2007. In one early morning, in the unsullied air,. I saw it flying with all its color. For nat...
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my voice: a Parable
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. 8220;There were times when he could not read the face . E shohor - - tomay dilam. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Friday, May 25, 2007. Life and me;.
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my voice: Lost love of a versifier...
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. Lost love of a versifier. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Thursday, June 28, 2007. Lost love of a versifier. I loved her with all my heart,. Very go...
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my voice: Cassandra fable...
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. Lost love of a versifier. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Thursday, June 7, 2007. Baby Cassandra bubbling high,. Who'll listen to a blurting child?
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my voice
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. 8220;There were times when he could not read the face . E shohor - - tomay dilam. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Monday, May 21, 2007.
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my voice
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. 8220;There were times when he could not read the face . E shohor - - tomay dilam. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Tuesday, May 22, 2007.
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my voice: on Poetry...
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. 8220;There were times when he could not read the face . E shohor - - tomay dilam. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Sunday, May 20, 2007.
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my voice: June 2007
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And it was at that age . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, . there I was without a face and it touched me. ". Living like a log. Lost love of a versifier. I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing.". View my complete profile. Thursday, June 28, 2007. Lost love of a versifier. I loved her with all my heart,. Thursda...