VomitA Poem by MarianneJoeyIt's like seeing yourself change into someone else as days pass...Fireworks explode on the dripping skies. She runs and
unfolds two strong white wings. Her fragrance cling to my skin; Our scent is intoxicating... I am her; I vomit. © 2016 MarianneJoey |
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Added on February 2, 2016 Last Updated on February 2, 2016 Tags: self, ego, growingup, personality Author |