I Fight with TingA Poem by Arly Parent
I argue with Ting.
She must relax. And be like the chiming of a bell that is her namesake © 2012 Arly Parent |
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Added on September 23, 2012 Last Updated on September 23, 2012 AuthorArly ParentLantana, FLAboutThere's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..Writing
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