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written by: Anne G



He turned his back

and walked away


A specter in the night

a shadow of a man


I thought to follow

call his name


Then turned my back

in my own way



for love to live


Without the two

there is no one

Anne G

Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
Anne G

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