Penchant for Paradox
Poetry is the soul of the blank page. ~ L.A. Fraser
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Sunday, October 5, 2014
Restless
My heart is a haunted hotel
Your ghost occupies all its rooms
It's broken and vacant
And somewhere in its depths
our love lies, buried alive
in a tomb
© L.A. Fraser
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