Blank Poem by Emma Inkin
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Rating: ★5.0
The smell of an orange reminds me of nothing.
The sound of a car reminds me of nothing.
The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum,
It doesn't evoke a thing to me,
I'm a foetus, Carol.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birth
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4/24/2024 11:12:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum, It doesn't evoke a thing to me, I'm a foetus, Carol. It's a poem lovely and witty. Thanks for the sharing. 10+++