A price paid
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Nights, when my cigarettes burnt.? Nights, with my moon in grief. Nights, when my sheets went cold.? Nights, with my pillows lost.? Nights, when my poems bleed.? Nights, where…
Daily Archive: September 9, 2016
Photos and short poetry about war
Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading
“I’m no-one and you are everything”
I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I’m no-one and you are everything I bleed everyday for people who have no concern for me. I work… Continue reading
“THE ALIEN”
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