Bricking Poems - Poems about Bricking

...She yearned to break free – one day. To find an escape from the rampart that had held her captive for so long. That she, herself, had manufactured. Bricking herself in as the time elapsed. By no......

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...Clump of earth. Green glow. Clump of concrete clapping. Green glow. A grouped nylon is akin to a skinny pair of trousers swinging in a breeze. Twisting with furry knees. But not ever in trees. It is ......

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...A misted view of a bedroom cloth is really a cloak having a smoke. A range of fathomable feline feminine is felt and smelt. In a blood arch turning twisting. Take take take. Trapping then. Be nil bee......

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