Poetry
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
domingo, febrero 05, 2012
I knew all along you were mine / Poetry Off the Shelf : The Poetry Foundation
�I knew all along you were mine� / Poetry Off the Shelf : The Poetry Foundation
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