*Think mind may have forgotten?
Of course not! Memory remains freshly rotten;Lack luster words crammed down throat... Don't you know dear, karma
meanders around longer than
artic cold!| | Oh What | | arduous youth turned to grudge this man can
hold, I shall remain
one high praised goat. Quietness
upon curvature lips show
none dote. Lines
reflected of departed shall be red as footnote.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PuisiMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...