ExA Poem by MarkI felt the horns, hard and prolonged, Pointed in one direction. Star shaped, and pointless, your terrible affection. Weep you may, but those that hear are silent in perplexion. No one knows, no one falls for tears without connection.
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23 Reviews Added on July 22, 2013 Last Updated on July 22, 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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