At LastA Poem by Perdition
My soul is that wave that
can never be stopped, my heart dips in all that is infinite this much I know to be true Love is from love from all else and from all others Our lips have waited as if by the saints, one with breeze gasping for a sip of their wings and whether ready or not is beyond me as this, our moment has come to bring us home at last
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4 Reviews Added on March 29, 2023 Last Updated on March 29, 2023 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the soul of a clown: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below~ more..Writing
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