ian adams


Death They Will Come - Poem by ian adams

laughter rings out
with cold desire
no smile will touch their eyes
and footsteps l hear
as they pass my door
whispering terrible lies
ian adams 1957-


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 12, 2010


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