Hope, however futileA Poem by Iona Dorsett
His eyes were brown this time,
It seemed like a good omen. I've near drowned in far too many icy blue oceans, But apparently slowly sinking into mud can kill you too. © 2016 Iona Dorsett |
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Added on June 28, 2016 Last Updated on June 28, 2016 Author
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