110+1A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜A crisp, moonless night, wayward tears blot out my sight. And still I wonder, wonder at the light, why the coldness holds me tight. Sea of stars a blur.© 2014 Ripped Denim 💜 |
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Added on January 20, 2014 Last Updated on January 20, 2014 AuthorRipped Denim 💜FLAboutBad backwards is dab. Dabble. Like a bad haiku. I dabble in bad. more..Writing
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