AcheA Poem by Israel B.an illustration of lonelinessMy bones are blue Like silence in the night Like broken jazz. I am an empty street In a cool Harlem night I am an incestuous father In a twisted rural world I am an unopened book In the biggest library I am lonely And I miss you.
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Added on April 18, 2016 Last Updated on April 18, 2016 Author
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