OverA Poem by PerditionAll of it, sudden, gone No Red Sea Horn of Africa No castanets fandango or sitting beneath the Pisa shades of our white shelled Sycamore. It is over, all of us standing under the cherry sleeves of autumn, broken sullen industry... a vertical, stone chiseled aftermath~
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3 Reviews Added on December 20, 2021 Last Updated on December 24, 2021 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the clown of a soul: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below, till then go " to dream of untriangulated stars" Mr. Robinson... more..Writing
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