FictionA Poem by Alfred Kukitza story of his ownFiction He would laugh all his days Try to catch the imaginary butterfly in his hands Feel the itch of fiction roll along the backside Swear himself off reality with middle finger saluting the air Now his breath was fiction Family only a story book away. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 28, 2016 Last Updated on November 28, 2016 AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more.. |

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