TasteA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
I taste red on my tongue.
It's the flavor of iron. Then hint of salt. The sort like tears. And small lick of pepper. Gunpowder. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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