Déjà vuA Poem by NymphetamineDame
You may believe that something is buried deep
Just a glance, and it creeps back up upon you The literature of broken words, Gradual, hesitant and invading Where did you go? You know who you are I have been melancholically melting Gasping for air because your hand is clasped tightly around my neck
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2 Reviews Added on February 6, 2015 Last Updated on February 6, 2015 AuthorNymphetamineDameNew Brunswick, CanadaAboutWriting is one of my many passions. I am hoping to use this website more often than I have in the past. Feel free to comment or review my work. I appreciate the time and the consideration. more..Writing
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