There is a strange odor to
The despair of the tomorrows.
It has not yet manifested itself
In the present.
It does not exist.
~ by Aquatic Poetry on May 19, 2011.
Posted in Poetry Tags: Aquatic Poetry, despair, existence, Experimental Poetry, Experimental writing, malene raun, nonexistence, nothingness, Poetry
Love the tone of the poem a lot.
slpmartin said this on May 19, 2011 at 10:52 PM
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