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The Typewriter
I had grazed her expression finely,
and there she stood,
at the jutting hip of the spouting fountain.
M... |
| Love Poems | Posted: 12/11/2007 @ 12:35am |
Atonement
O' gray rusting gate,
at the old Tallis home,
who's brick bear red,
as the weary wind's ... |
| Love Poems | Posted: 10/08/2007 @ 1:51pm |
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