you are my placeA Poem by Leviarifree verse poemyou are my place not a palace, not a mansion not a pretty cottage by the lake. You are a tiny studio in an old building all bricks and cement with dying plants and obnoxious curtains. You are my books on the shelf You are my perfume in the cabinet You are the fresh groceries on the counter. You are the lock I fumble with after a long day - as I toss my keys and kick my shoes I stumble to you. © 2019 LeviariAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLeviariMilano, Milano, ItalyAboutI guess ink and paper are my tools to cope with life. I decided it was time to challenge myself and allow my writing to move from my journals to the internet. I hope to develop my skills through som.. more..Writing
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