Etikettarkiv: November gloom
Mr Peterson is dead
I The stench stayed heavy in the stairwell in the house where I live during November: Mr Peterson at the first floor was very dead. I saw him last this summer when he mow the lawn on his little patio. … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i longing, old age, poems, Poetry, walk of life
Märkt coping life, die alone, in common, isolation, live alone, mortality, Mr Peterson is dead, November gloom
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