ArcadiaA Poem by BeckyIt has no real meaning.Simple as a breeze of Toxins Gliding slowly into your lungs Burning, Iching Skin Mindless painful tongues tied Hair curved to the side Brain about to be crushed Under the pressure of the new fallen rust. © 2011 Becky |
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Added on April 5, 2011 Last Updated on April 5, 2011 Author |