morteA Poem by sea lily
severed, middle, cut fine and clean
the best that could be hoped for, considering. swallowing, sinking beneath a sweet picture minimum and hardly good enough, but for the purpose. paltry syllables for a paltry subject. i remember a time when i could illustrate when i inhabited myself so fully. reaching desperation sighs don't fade and courage wanes just as well, requires bravery to read 1991-2008, dearly. © 2008 sea lily |
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Added on December 10, 2008 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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