Her Words Were Like IvyA Poem by NevilleHer Words Were Like Ivy Her words were like ivy Cold clinging and uncaring … Many fell both to and from her Corroded and self pitying life forms … Impossible to either loathe or love her We are merely bookends on a shelf . © 2014 NevilleAuthor's Note
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