Second SpellA Poem by Alfred KukitzIt it be that we have not dwelled long in silence?
When you are ready
I will surrender my sharp tongue to you. The muteness does me well as cousin muse revisits the inkwell. I write without a word spoken, I'm just listening to silence, Second spell Logic has lost its rapture and no one seem to know how long to dwell. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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