Welcome to the world of Penny Sinclair - artist, writer and bad poet.
Tuesday, 19 May 2015
I awaken from a deep but unreplenishing sleep,
Within - a stone encased in ivory bone, heavy, slowly sinks,
A thousand oceans wept but yet no solitary tear shed,
And my eyelids leaden; open I will no longer keep.
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