England Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

England



my bed is empty
not even a scent remains
once it was blended with fumes
beneath imaginary blanket
caressing my toiling limbs

now the bed is occupied
books, pen and lamp

sole passion of mine
cannot be stolen

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Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism
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