Monday, January 14, 2013

Blue Lips Comments

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Cold sits
And speaks every faint whisper
Carves its name in uncovered
Fingers and toes
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Howard Johnson
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Heather Wilson 20 January 2013

I am left with a shiver after reading this, so well described, a great poem.

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Zahra Shariat 14 January 2013

This poem feels so good, thank you

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