Mortal CoilA Poem by Dawn JonesAnother one from my bookMORTAL COIL I am sick and tired of this endless mortal coil.
Why do you try? Selling black and whites for praise and encouragements,
Mark up your body with ink, That fades away when the next one comes around.
She'll f**k with your head. All alone and watch you drown. © 2010 Dawn JonesFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on October 17, 2010 Last Updated on October 17, 2010 AuthorDawn JonesLa bocca dell'infernoAbout"Character is destiny. For the cronic do-gooder, the happy-go-lucky sociopath, the dysfunctional family, under the gun everyone diverts to who they are. We may hunger to map out a new course, but fo.. more..Writing
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