October 17, 217
12:50 pm
12:50 pm
(Choka Poem)
Nancy
inside me I stand
ashamed peering through windows
carved with distant tears
connected lamented dreams
my obsession cries
the wind becomes my weapon
breathing polluted thoughts
love reminds me to visit
something I can do without
ashamed peering through windows
carved with distant tears
connected lamented dreams
my obsession cries
the wind becomes my weapon
breathing polluted thoughts
love reminds me to visit
something I can do without
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
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