MINT
I WAS A BOY IN A CANDY STORE.SHE WAS A CHOCALATE MINT OR AN ANGEL OF MERCY.I BIT MY LIP,CRIED AND STOOD BEFORE MY FATE, A NAKED BOYMINT
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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
bosirus’s Poems (2)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| FLOWERS AND A CARD | 1 | 12/09/2009 |
| MINT | 0 | 12/09/2009 |
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