Saturday, August 14, 2010
My first and worst poem
The first and possibly the worst poem I'd had ever written. Perspex Coffer The air is bitter and stifling The crowds are still trifling. I am here in my humble abode, No one can hear my notes, Even though they are bold, My cries are abundant, My laugh is made redundant. All I hear are hollow voices,...
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