Work In Progress Poem by elizabeth griff

Work In Progress



I falter at your unwithering touch
your endless bounds
your infurious lust

I whisper words i do not mean
intentionally ruining all of our dreams

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Carol Gall 22 November 2009

its short but i find meaning good really good

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