Scabs.A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx July 1 2013
Brown crusted rust on white.
Red snowflakes from rouugh winds. The trees ooze out the metal sap. And coat my lands to black. © 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx |
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Added on July 20, 2013 Last Updated on July 20, 2013 Author
xXxCynicalWarsxXxAboutI am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..Writing
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