After Reading The Bell JarA Poem by Leslie Philibertas it says, better than these wordscurl up like black paper burning like a moth, a glove turned inside out; trapped too under a house, a circle hidden and musty; fragile under steps, let us escape the carrying, legions of white coats, corridors as long as life.
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4 Reviews Added on June 20, 2017 Last Updated on June 20, 2017 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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