An empty house
The rooms are closing in
All alone holding on forever
The skies are grey
I found a little place I love most
I go to work feel the World goes dark
I hope one day my dreams will guide me.
An empty house
The rooms are closing in
All alone holding on forever
The skies are grey
I found a little place I love most
I go to work feel the World goes dark
I hope one day my dreams will guide me.
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The Society “promotes the best in poetry”, and holds a variety of events throughout the year to do so, including slam competitions, workshops, readings, lectures, and more.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose / The more things change, the more they stay the same
where would-be writer works with words
For lovers of reading, crime writing, crime fiction
Poems and stories of love & heartbreak.
Author
The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.
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