OverpopulationA Poem by Wraith.
Pavements absorb fleshy blurs
Motion in acceleration caught up in the precipitation Volumes Silence? Muffled phone calls Foreign conversations It's remote where the footsteps end Trees stand still against a yawning sky Since when did nature become so primitive © 2015 Wraith. |
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1 Review Added on September 27, 2015 Last Updated on September 27, 2015 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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