![]() SomethingA Poem by ObscurityNone![]() From off the top![]() Separation anxiety Death Then it’s from above Place hands together Show what all is made of Blackened flesh rip Bleed Dry, crack, and mend The desire fade Render one weak Empathy A smile Slashed down ones back Layered in cotton Kept as a snack © 2012 ObscurityNone |
StatsAuthor![]() ObscurityNoneSan Jose, CAAboutI Cannot Live Without: 1. Physical well being/appearance 2. Ambiance 3. Meaning 4. Incalculables 5. Possibility TURN, TURN, TURN by Steve Conte on Grooveshark more..Writing
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