The Way She BreathesA Poem by Hippywith the title i describe itas a love story, far from it, yet if you look at it ina weird perspective, which i do, it is about love haha
Smoldering black coffee,
4 a.m. still night. last drink, i swear. F**k you, you lie! Insomnia rampant, my carousel flies. Shut the damn door! I can see her light. Still softy she comes, always timed right. To bleed into matter, The muse breathes life. © 2013 HippyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 20, 2013 Last Updated on January 20, 2013 AuthorHippyUnderland, INAboutMy names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..Writing
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