Poems from Gooseman

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I love to write. I am the cold covers to your warm body. Foolish one never thought a powerful organ can give warmth to one's body.
Through the shrouded environment, I feel my feet sinking into the fragmented pieces below me that was once a solid yet now has been...
I Am... An open book  never read  because the pages are too sharp to turn me over. A book never making contact with a soft palm. So what is...