poems

an array of past and present poems

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I was in pieces when i met you shiny sharp fragments of glass with kind hands patience and understanding you smoothed away the cutting edge held me up to the light

Lisey

Dr.Johnson

I was in pieces when I met you Shiny sharp fragments of glass with gentle hands patience and understanding you smoothed away the cutting edge held me up to the light

Albert( in progress)

Albert, such an old fashioned name. Shiny black hair greased back in waves comb in shirt pocket he took us swimming towelled us dry used too much talc told us to lie drove a cortina,