Lost baggageA Poem by Effector PrimeDearly owned unknown
I came to be as I
collected to a stretching point I was an inventory of the most desired recipes for the meal of life I followed you for long I rolled Concrete marbles escalators carpets I was pulled I was bent and nudged I hurt Oh but why should I come to be now unheard Faces bend over me dogs annoy flies pester the chill followed by heavy soot is torture is torture how cruel you are to gather that a lost briefcase is just thick underfoot I don't need a master to lead me no, leave me alone I just need a new partner as one, to take on the unknown
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1 Review Added on June 26, 2014 Last Updated on June 26, 2014 AuthorEffector PrimeGlasgow, Theta-Religion, United KingdomAboutEffort Perseverance Courage Venom more..Writing
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