Hands to RowA Poem by A. G. CamdenI will go and leave my shell As if about silence I care; this wet-velvet dream I wear Shall not in this warm darkness dwell
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1 Review Added on March 15, 2012 Last Updated on November 27, 2012 AuthorA. G. CamdenNetherlandsAboutRockin' it live somewhere around the globe. So I'm utter impatient, sometimes; at moments I feel as if throwing everything through the window would solve anything. Then I remember to breathe with e.. more..Writing
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