Limp LispA Poem by MelaniespaceRelaxing and describing my environment with notions of present feeling.The rain drips, drops, Outside my door, Thunder roaring, rain pouring, Upon the floor. The air fresh, crisp, Passing my lips, As a kiss, with the wind, Bound with bliss.
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Added on May 22, 2013 Last Updated on May 22, 2013 Author
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