In VainA Poem by Andrew M ParkerThrobbing My head’s throbbing My veins They’re sobbing Blood Too much blood Coursing There’s blood There is blood It’s forcing it’s way from my veins Swelling My heart It’s swelling Now my throat My throat Is closing Pulse There’s a pulse A pulse No pulse © 2017 Andrew M Parker |
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Added on January 18, 2017 Last Updated on January 18, 2017 Author
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