LakesA Poem by Riv
Im sucking up water,
more than I am air. Im cutting up scissors, more than my own hair. In each dark corner that I see. There is always something more beautiful than me. So count my dues as I've always been told. Hope the next morning, that I am suffocating cold. © 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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