MatchbookA Poem by BlotterPoemYour matchbook, there on the ledge since last season. I cannot stand to see it, it is something of yours and I'll not touch it. Some of these things, they belong(ed) to you and I fear to think of you not with me now. I'm sure to think of you if i touch your stuff. dust covers most of the room. © 2013 Blotter |
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Added on March 9, 2013 Last Updated on March 9, 2013 AuthorBlottertacoma, WAAbout"You never forget the touch of pen to paper, of ink as it flows in line and verse..." more..Writing
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