Poems from hollisterb

She pulls in her coat a little tighter upon feeling the blistering winter wind on her porcelain, doll like, alabaster skin. Her long, pale...
I miss the first times when you were mine and I was yours, When you treated me like a queen and shielded me from harm, But was all that...
The crisp crunch of the dead fallen leaves crunched under her boots, Silencing everything else around. She looked down at her red blistered...
It smelled and reminded me of old forgotten Sundays' as I picked up that book full of wrinking yellow pages. Long dark tunnels were taken...
And I watched the tide as it broke away and swallowed all that was left of you, and I thought you were gone but you remained stronger than...

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