LetterA Poem by Angela MulleyAfloat the grey edges of an elongated mystery. Lingering to one side, white faced, folded and crouched. Beneath the fine extrusion, a dark side speaks. Return to sender between stippled instructions. And if I don't see you through the door this time around, then I'll see you again through the window next week. © 2010 Angela Mulley |
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2 Reviews Added on November 17, 2010 Last Updated on November 17, 2010 AuthorAngela MulleyRUNCORN, North West, United KingdomAboutInfinity, regardless of what the human mind might think, exists not merely without time, but without the individual concept of time too. And while this concept would not exist without an individual mi.. more..Writing
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