AspergerA Poem by Leslie Philibertabout what it says..an island full of shapes, patterns of bricks and numbers and the thin voice of a bird; lost on a strange planet; so start again and disregard all the faces that bend under order, just watch your own dancing hands, listen to your own stolen voice, you are deep in your own sense, underground until the world implodes; a puzzle flying, the lines crossed a broken window full of stars.
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Added on July 29, 2013Last Updated on July 29, 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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