Andrew

A Poem by Anna

Air that's misty, filled with salt

Nearing a sweetbriar bluff-

Down in the cellars of manors

Remembered for cobwebs and dust-

Even seagulls abandon this place

When dying seems good enough.

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Added on December 23, 2020
Last Updated on December 23, 2020

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