Andrew Sutcliffe

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what is this that is not going on in the darkened room of the window which is open and yet doors are not what they seem to be reaching for the rest of they who are naught for you who enter here lies the long dark tunnel of lovers laments the calling of the dawn rises above the sky are ethereal feelings i can't explain away with you and he's a sharp sounding like a picture perfect country of my fathers gun down the enemy of my enemy following the introduction.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 6, 2008
Poem Edited: Sunday, January 6, 2008

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