Wednesday 22 March 2017

BLOOD OF POETRY IN OUR MEMORIES : POETRY - ANCIENT TEARS WITH THE DEATH OF A SONG

BLOOD OF POETRY IN OUR MEMORIES : POETRY - ANCIENT TEARS WITH THE DEATH OF A SONG: The boy became a liquid. Poverty and war wore him with a twiny neck, His eye was a trench in that socket Clad in black skin -...

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