from the top sideA Poem by MarkOn crumbling rock sitting disinterested in the question of a fall curious what the water would feel like going from here, to there. Despair. A place of balance with wind in your face where you must struggle to plunge, eyes wet with sting a heart enlarged and seeping NO, for another passing another sun, another moon jagged winged Pain with the crooked neck and stubble head is disappointed.
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8 Reviews Added on June 4, 2013 Last Updated on June 4, 2013 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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