hollow

hollow

A Poem by Wraith.

Skin the sickly shade of embalming fluid
Licorice lips charred by impurities in the wind
Crouching crippled on fields of waste
I'm yet to find what im looking for

© 2015 Wraith.


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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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