HouseA Poem by Leslie Philibertabout the paststrong breezes in a familiar house corridors full of leaves torn curtains across broken windows mirror face. your back turned into a bow; suffer the same loop the same head brick, the same safe of dirty secrets; explore the same labyrinth from which you want to escape; a script not to be ripped up, the pushing away and holding.
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11 Reviews Added on July 15, 2013 Last Updated on July 15, 2013 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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