As when you paint your portrait for a friend,
Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it
Long after he has ceased to love you, just
To hold together what he was and is.
Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it
Long after he has ceased to love you, just
To hold together what he was and is.
posted by 6-3-2 at 5:13 PM
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Hey Krsna, I know this is Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but it just reminded me that I started a Fictionpress account and I have a bunch of poetry up there if you want to check it out. I put the link in the "your web page" bar.
But I have no idea where the hell that went, so the link is:
www.fictionpress.com/~johannaberger
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