twofourteenA Poem by TalkerStalkerA winter sting, a fractured wing, a February sky A bitter king, an absent queen, a lover’s lonely cry Another fling, too long till Spring, another year gone by? A funny thing, this twofourteen, it makes me want to die. © 2023 TalkerStalker |
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Added on July 27, 2023 Last Updated on July 27, 2023 Author
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