Day dragA Poem by Rob FunkSo wild these days.In the graveyard, for them it no longer hard, walking through my mind is bent sometimes I think this smoke is heaven sent fore each day is a fight outside my house I feel sheer fright could she have known, just how deeply she cut me walking dead sometimes I could just quit days of dread
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Added on June 9, 2013 Last Updated on June 16, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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