KalthausA Poem by Leslie Philibertas it is
open door; icewall
crusted as a rabid eye all the change of skin in frost a bedouin of snow consider the end; white room; stiff starch the soft slide of slippers along linoleum winter`s partner; a slower cold
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5 Reviews Added on December 8, 2016 Last Updated on December 8, 2016 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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