empty. dessert.A Poem by alan khanand he let himself be consumed in that sunlight. only for the harsh winters wind blow and pick him up away. and dropped him into the dessert. the remains of a city. with the vermin and salty folks, and again be a monster. without his love and sunshine, this man is a monster© 2010 alan khan |
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Added on June 3, 2010 Last Updated on June 3, 2010 |