Poems about wrong - Lina Ru

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What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...

Thousands of strange faces, only one charmer, ingrained pacemaker gone wrong, mechanical artifice...

You told me I wasn’t worth a penny, my name’s Penny. How could I deny myself? You told me I wasn’t...

Fireflies above a misty forest telling us the way to go, toward eternity, forward. How can we keep...

Posted by Lina Ru | Jul 5, 2007 | Images, Poetic Form | 0 |

How can I judge, if I can only see an instant? How can I say; he did wrong if I can only see the...