PlumA Poem by Blackstone Featherfallplum equals the measuring scale
with the peacock and her scout there are flowers here and flowers over there but dead lands in the middle plum you up and plum you down loving in languages only we understand once it stormed, once it exhaled but never a dead plum did it entail © 2010 Blackstone Featherfall |
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Added on February 21, 2010 Last Updated on February 21, 2010 AuthorBlackstone FeatherfallWalkabout, AustraliaAbouteverything has changed identity issues aren't what they used to be the bed is smaller age is smoke nothing will bridge this gap, black slime pit, until your body is my body but everything has.. more..Writing
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