Apples and PearsA Poem by YuanBooks are my marijuana films are my cocaine art is acid to me when I feel the pain. I pity myself in circumstances I grieve for others despair and where heroin is needed when I couldn’t give myself to care. All my life I’ve dance equivalent to meth on a high wire of hair, racism and homophobia kills me, a roar of injustice heard everywhere. When music begins to play like taking three ecstasy with a bottle of wine and then to succumb myself with more temptations, how hard they are to be declined. Could I still function clearly? although all around would agree you haven’t live until you try this but my addiction is to live free. © 2012 Yuan |
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2012 Last Updated on May 26, 2012 AuthorYuanGarden Grove, CAAbout~ “O mortals that sin, what is love? that binds beyond life on earth, to all corners in pairs we fly, braving summer and winter by and by, union is bliss, parting is woe, agony is b.. more..Writing
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