Cold ShoulderA Poem by DindellaRolling to the side of the moon, I embrace the warmth of the mid-afternoon, From far, far away. In the end, the time of day Means nothing. Nothing.
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Added on September 13, 2015 Last Updated on September 13, 2015 Tags: interpret this one, as you will AuthorDindellaRuther Glen, VAAboutHi, hello. You can call me Dindy, but close friends call me Dellz. Please don't call me Dellz unless you fit under the second category. I will probably mostly write poetry and the concessional blurb o.. more..Writing
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