My Poetfriend
My poetfriend would sit
In Café Marseillaise:
Would sit, drink coffee, and just write ---
Phrase upon angry phrase.
And poems would take shape
Once the lava had cooled:
Those fierce, true words that helped her cope
And by which I was schooled.
Poetry by Thomas D

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Written on 2020-12-26 at 15:29




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