Magnifying GlassA Poem by p.kuhl
There is an ant
standing atop his hill the ancestral brass shell catching flints of fire from the sun and then this ant burns like the priest and rolls like thunder lighting the city where no one sleeps © 2013 p.kuhl |
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2 Reviews Added on June 12, 2013 Last Updated on September 23, 2013 Authorp.kuhlBloomington, INAboutMy name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..Writing
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