Simple.A Poem by BeckySoft tip toes echoe in my mind They leave foot prints and smoke rings behind. They cast a dark auro around the house. With bitter harps and black masked windows. Calming, calming, calm There is silence. As mother earth chokes on the atmosphere. Death comes with out a warning. Leave nothing behind but the corpse of your Long lost mother. © 2011 Becky |
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