A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Monday, 19 December 2016
17/10 Tomb
I want to be here
When I die
I want people to imagine
My tomb like this
Even though it may not be hers
It is clear
She is beloved
She lives on in literature history
She is created by paper
And she is alive by that at least
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