MuseumsA Poem by A Bohemian WomanI'm burying myself in foreign tongues, in pages set before my times. I can't live in todays and tomorrows; yesterdays I exist to borrow. A living exhibition engraved in stone, marble, bone and marrow.
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4 Reviews Added on June 14, 2021 Last Updated on June 14, 2021 AuthorA Bohemian WomanBohemia, Czech RepublicAboutThere's a room in a hotel in New York City, that shares our fate and deserves our pity. I don't want to remember it all, the promises I made if you just hold on. (Twin Skeleton's - FOB) I love .. more..Writing
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