oil martyrsA Poem by Lydia Blackwell...the cover has blown off slipped down inside the cherry mind nothing but raw hands open exposed to the harsh laid out in the marsh dripping in money liquid black as anger black as regret black as death wearily waiting for the end crude rights spill red blood bleeding out from the flood our fuel a deadly weapon fly fast and far, away from this war speckled egg and eye begone free as thoughts free as angels free as folly for fortune has passed you by © 2010 Lydia BlackwellAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on July 2, 2010 Last Updated on July 2, 2010 AuthorLydia BlackwellPittsburgh, PAAboutI have been writing since I was a young girl. I love to write because when I describe something in detail, it helps me remember the way things looked and felt. Sometimes, your memories are all that yo.. more..Writing
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