[untitled]A Poem by Audrey Petersa draft.white whale swelling me to burst, the need to conquer, and in the conquering to be conquered. your hands are a blessed memory, grasping my throat and pulling my hair-- simply too big to be allowed, you use them like paddles to stay afloat in the thick air of my need to destroy, and be destroyed. © 2009 Audrey Peters |
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Added on February 14, 2009 AuthorAudrey PetersKingsport, TNAboutStill trying to find my place in the sun...and I think telemarketing isn't it. more..Writing
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