Her Words Were Like IvyA Poem by NevilleHer Words Were Like Ivy Her words were like ivy Cold clinging and uncaring … Many fell both to and from her Corroded and self pitying life forms … Impossible to either loathe or love her We are merely bookends on a shelf . © 2014 NevilleAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 28, 2014 Last Updated on January 28, 2014 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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