[untitled]A Poem by sea lily
the lists diminish,
to their hiding places. and of him, not a single syllable. eventually, achingly up to darkness sheets spread out, bearing the weight. their fibres absorbing waiting until morning. © 2009 sea lily |
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1 Review Added on March 29, 2009 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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