Poems from Svenleicher

The mask.
A kid I knewHad a face askewshifted by anothers knuckleand I could tell whoof which crewthe offender was,by that skull buckle.I said...
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Delicate little hands
She sighed, such a soft breathe As if her exhale were the gentle cry of angel A sorrowful smile stared obverse me  Even her tears,...