Monday, May 9, 2016

The Nightstalkers Queen Comments

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When the night touches my skin,
its where my day begins.
Paint on my face for worn out places,
some has faces, lots of crowd,
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Kelly Kurt 15 May 2016

A powerful poem, Xer. Thanks

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Xer Gacias 15 May 2016

Thank you for appreciating this poem, Kelly Kurt! :)

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