RebirthA Poem by Matt Fowler Orgasmic feelings, a loss of words. powdered noses, a crime scene. Blood in the veins, Alienated feelings. Prisons of our demise, we constantly are building. Logic and numbness; corruption feels at last. Internal infernos help the season blaze past. © 2012 Matt Fowler |
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Added on April 7, 2012 Last Updated on April 7, 2012 Author
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