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Tramelled Poems - Poems about Tramelled


Love and Ice
...When I sit alone in my ice block And I sing by hunger or cold I think,it’s paintfull the process, That without you I’m melting Buckets of hot blood are licking Thoughts as birds fly to you… I’m......

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Categories: tramelled, love, fire, fire, me,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Reflection on the Important Things