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6/1/2023 04:48:11 pm
This poem is really an enigma. I find myself wondering if this is someone speaking to their mate/partner - or looking into the mirror.
Sue Clayton
7/1/2023 04:32:08 am
Whoever this person is, they are not in a good headspace.
Cindy Patrick
8/1/2023 02:00:37 am
This confirms it. I am. :)
Alex B
11/1/2023 07:49:53 am
Firstly, I’d like to thank you all for your wonderful comments I’m glad you liked it and you also for taking a different point of you select which is absolutely fantastic and interesting at the same time because I’m no psychologist but the comments woulds apart Comments are closed.
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PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. Please feel free to comment (nicely!) on any poems – writers appreciate it.
Just at the moment, though, we're moderating some of them so there might be a slight delat before they appear. Archives
November 2024
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