you first came to my house ran to the cellar, a blur disappeared into the darkness made it your home … Continue reading I go back to when…
He remembers holding his mother’s hand On the night when the earth stopped turning As he heard the last words … Continue reading Holding hands for the last time
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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