Thoughts of an OutsiderA Poem by Stefon Napier
Alone, like famine in a language
I travel. Footsteps barely clinging to the ground in the wake of frail parched shadows during a morning less dawn like an endless verdict.
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Added on April 1, 2015 Last Updated on April 1, 2015 AuthorStefon NapierBoca Raton, FLAboutEncouragement and advice go a long way, perhaps even more so than writing. more..Writing
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