Once upon a time when I was an angst-riddled young person I thought I could write poetry. Now I look at most of this and laugh hysterically. In fact, I'm going to poke fun at myself by publishing it all in a rather tongue in cheek artsy-fartsy poetry book. So, here's one of those "efforts". I will forgive you if you can't make it to the end. It is, after all, VERY bad poetry. The photo-manip I did for it for the book is actually far more entertaining:
Paths of Night
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