Greenapple MorningsA Poem by ChristineJust a little thing I wrote
my raft is bobbing along in my gray emptiness and you're
shrieking at me and your onion breath is the cold wind and the harsh bite of the greenapple-mornings. and my softly bobbing waves are throwing me at your sharp rocks, peaks. your vision of my future. and the sun is shining and i feel like i'm suffocating all over again. © 2011 ChristineAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 26, 2010 Last Updated on September 26, 2011 Tags: Poem, Literature, Feelings, Scary, Emotional AuthorChristineSeattle, WAAboutedit: 9.21.11 I haven't been on in several months, I'm sorry about that, I'll try to be more active! I've been going through a rough patch lately and all my writing hasn't been all that decent... I.. more..Writing
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