Outside World.A Poem by Adam Parker
Hands on skin and severed cloth
my cord is tied I say, it's tied. Baby without rattle, dog without bone not in my pocket I wish for contact from the outside world , the world exterior; a place for comfort, a place to call home .
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Added on July 9, 2017 Last Updated on July 9, 2017 AuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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