MischiefA Poem by Andrew
crumpled pieces of
empty bottles drinking drearily by the carnival torn fabric of dress bag of nothing happily haunting by the alley wall a quick slip of the silver all the limbs start to quiver of all the things you could have said soft wine lips whisper only red © 2012 Andrew |
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Added on December 20, 2012 Last Updated on December 21, 2012 Author
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