long, sheets in sun gliding night - slips the thrown - violent shine, the life, floor, down - touch of fingers roll, long last drops an ache of curl and death vines –
Here is a poetry collection. These works may or may not have been posted at various poetry forums on the internet. This poetry page is a poetic vision. I've been writing all my life. I am a self-made poetess. Poetry is a passion.
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