Amongst the sodden sheets
he leaves with her words
still moist on his fingertips.
False copies for the tongued
verses, signed by a poet,
post-scripted by a Thief.
Amongst the sodden sheets he leaves with her words still moist on his fingertips. False copies for the tongued verses, signed by a poet, post-scripted by a Thief. |
Author's Comments
Yeah ... Comments really would be appreciated. I've not written much poetry, so excuse this attempt!
This is an entry for the Magical Muse competition: [link] |
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Comments
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
I love how you write <3
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Photography | UK Art
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Photography | UK Art
excellent piece and congrats on the win!!
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Whats up?
But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
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