Under pressure
The world is offering no warm touch
I am all encompassed
By a lack of anything remote
Or close to something known as love
Bold spaces underline me
And the echoes of long lost voices
They shatter me
They follow me
How do I become warm
When I am frozen
And left to freeze
By everyone around me
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Litany by Nailinthewall
PoetryA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
