![]() BlockA Poem by Lonesome Traveler
Wooden skull, wooden wrist, Discarded claret, spilled in ink. Caustic wounds, Richmond Gin, lonely sympathies, sharing the brink.
© 2013 Lonesome TravelerAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2013 Last Updated on February 9, 2013 Author![]() Lonesome TravelerUnited KingdomAboutYoung, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..Writing
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