Gull runs with wet feet
then stands on his reflection
breakfast is out of reach.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
ŞiirThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
Gull - 08/08/14
Gull runs with wet feet
then stands on his reflection
breakfast is out of reach.
