Southeast NineteenA Poem by Leslie PhilibertI don`t worry too much about getting reviews..for me the creative process is more important than what happens after..And this is what I need When a statue drops And flings porcelain Between my shoes. Then comfort draws me Back home Down the street Where I was made. This is my special tragedy The way the stars don`t move In the night externa They are over my house Because they are.
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5 Reviews Added on March 28, 2014 Last Updated on March 28, 2014 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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