Graveyard ShiftA Poem by Isabel
The train calls out for the traveling souls.
Its hung up whistle rattles my bones. © 2015 Isabel |
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1 Review Added on May 21, 2015 Last Updated on May 21, 2015 Tags: short, anything, personal, micro poem AuthorIsabelCAAboutIsabel | 24 | SoCal | Temporary Poet | I've got a fiery passion for all things creative and unique 🌠 tumblr @mercurymood twitter @bebecita_bel instagram @bebecita_bel more..Writing
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