SunshineA Poem by Wraith.
Luminous sunflowers and mustard skies
the sink overflowed collecting the flies scraps of porclain Our lord has turned insane
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2 Reviews Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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