Stalemate.
It’s alright, it’s just a flesh wound. I’m not dead, yet. You missed my frozen heart. Pain flows down each limb and halts my breath. As today spins out of control; I wonder if you’ll remember all the ingredients for the strudel.
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I'm relatively new to poetry writing....I've had some fantastic support from a wonderfully supportive friend who's taught me a lot. I'm hoping he may read this one day and recognise himself... All you need to know about me is I love cake and...
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