Party Of One Poem by David Archer

Party Of One



From the corner of the room
where even the shadows hide from themselves,
along with the remains of the day
and everything worth saying, I stand
as close as the paper to the wall,
listening to your smile.

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David Archer

David Archer

Barnsley, South Yorkshire, England
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