Breeze Of Flesh

Breeze Of Flesh

A Poem by Frank F. Atanacio
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End of Days

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Breeze of flesh,

streams of blood,

a strip of land reduced to tin,

and life so full of sin.

Streets of bodies,

tossed around like trash,

angry creator,

knows that for humans, nothing is in store,

so he watches those traitors,

while they continue the war.

© 2008 Frank F. Atanacio


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Added on December 28, 2008

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Frank F. Atanacio
Frank F. Atanacio

Shelton, CT



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