leon reader 
| i curl into frail abode, secure gently the overture of under being, resent this skin and open glances at pig formations. |
| Poem title | Voter rating | Comments |
|---|---|---|
| thinking of you again | 8 | 2 |
| an ode to your memories | 3 | |
| the stone i live under is disappearing into the wind (the sea hu |