The Shelf

A Poem by claricestarling

Next time I will keep to myself,

At the back of my mind,

On the back of the shelf.

A place I find I always return,

Steady and dormant but waiting to burn.

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Added on October 8, 2013
Last Updated on October 8, 2013

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