The coffe table.
By liptrs
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
- 579 reads
The dressed coffee table,
A veil of heaven let,
My eyes wander the flaked crumbs,
Resembling height and content,
Until the letter with which i hold,
A grudge,
Apeared frosted and cold,
The bold black letters,
Stoos out, Motionless but characters.
I read and read,
Line upon line,
At the coffee table,
Now with a veil of death.
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