DeafeningA Poem by Perdition
You ask me how I view this world, your presence deafening, sun perched and simpering on shoulder, In the eavesdrop magnolia breeze your hands reach in offering a palette to this poet’s dream.
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Added on April 1, 2022 Last Updated on April 3, 2022 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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