slow walk sundayA Poem by WilicousOur lips only touched through filters Outside On a bench Under a winter sun In my heart You had my worst half Deceitful Angry In my head You are hit and miss Mostly miss You were never worth it
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Added on May 2, 2008 Author
Wilicousboise, IDAboutI did not start writting poetry till 25....after football and all athletics faded away...I hope I am at least...hmm...you are at least able to stomach my thoughts and words...and the order in which I .. more..Writing
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