Friday, February 16, 2018

A Sun Dried Stew Comments

Rating: 4.8

Shades drawn, tendons singing correlation to the notes of sockets bassing
Humming my third person sweet nothing's.blanking out, staring out, drowning out the gravity of my position.

I am the fly on the wall. watching my hungers inhibitions enthrall.
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will atlas
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Bernard F. Asuncion 17 February 2018

Will, such a fine poem👍👍👍

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Jazib Kamalvi 16 February 2018

A refined poetic imagination, Will a. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.

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