UnableA Poem by ashleydawn
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lie basking by the bedside Taunting Each day rises and falls without a line of prose escaping My soul becomes buried beneath the records my mind refuses to release Suffocating The past months have kept me breathless and my fingers long to describe it all
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Added on June 28, 2011 Last Updated on June 28, 2011 |