Head Still #2A Poem by RedPoetWrite about LoveLove hung in the air
Curled around a liberated weed-smoked mist Twenty two hours later the thick haze diffused and with it, all inhibitions The love was gone and so was I Sorry, it's not you It's me © 2010 RedPoetAuthor's Note
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Added on September 13, 2010 Last Updated on September 13, 2010 AuthorRedPoetMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBlogger, Artist, eater of strawberries, owner of thoughts, writer of poetry & prose, part-time vigilante, player of photography, hater of men in wigs, intolerance to apple pies & stupid people, lover .. more..Writing
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