| New word form of poetry i've just invented. it follows this pattern: 43523 (meaning the number of words in each line.) graze in my fields, pick my mind; lick the dew frm the pores of my intellect. good? 'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006/~!.Oryk'al.!~ |
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