by Clare Harlan | Apr 12, 2019 | Most Recent, Poetry
Home Gallery Poetry General Thoughts Rants Me They sat at the table next to me Our tables were on the highest floor, This floor had windows looking out onto the cold town So as they wandered to the table The one I assume they always go to The little boy was ecstatic,... by Clare Harlan | Apr 12, 2019 | Most Recent, Poetry
Home Gallery Poetry General Thoughts Rants Me These waters are far from loving Waves crashing down Aggravating the ocean floor Stirring up distress From the loss of stabilization That liquid brings...
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