Small CrimeA Poem by Pleasantly_Furious
I think it is nothing
you think nothing of it neither of us are wrong but you visit me carrying your small crime in a hand with a mishapened dove they say, some ghosts don't want anything at all but I don't ever remember you being so kind. © 2017 Pleasantly_Furious |
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Added on April 7, 2017 Last Updated on April 7, 2017 AuthorPleasantly_FuriousVAAbout"It is a terrible thing to be so open: It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -S. Plath more..Writing
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