Kid.A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittThe red of my eyes scream of chaos The truth is far more exciting.
The sound of my voice, raspy and hoarse tells the tale of childhood whimsy.
Finally, they met the light of day.
A room filled with magic a head brimming with fantasy my heart never beat more proudly.
than it did for you last night. © 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Sarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |
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