The Sober lie : Writing

White bicker stick, line

White bicker stick, line

A Poem by The Sober lie


Work in progress.
Mother

Mother

A Poem by The Sober lie


Haste has withered thee boneless and dry, burden by nauseous sleep that burns tender wells dry.Come rest thy world on comfort breast and thou shall te..

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