Published IrrationalityA Poem by Empty Spaces
A broken word
No one's heard kissing the air as you speak well you sing your song then move along At least that's how It seems There's a boy with E.S.C Drawn on his throat There all just labels kid A least I hope so he said "I can fly, with the support of this rope At least then I can be my mothers angel" So he flew And the world never knew
© 2014 Empty SpacesAuthor's Note
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Added on April 24, 2014Last Updated on April 24, 2014 Author
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