Skin on filmA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittRampant.
My emotions, fears, obscenities are blissfull in their indulgence. They run rampant for you.
Skin on film. Flash. Crash and burn. See-through walls constructed by your hand.
Breathe in through nose. One, two, three times if I am lucky Pursuit never ending as the moon circles the earth.
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Added on October 7, 2010 Last Updated on November 27, 2010 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutAll bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. -Oscar Wilde A great deal of the work on this site is republished from my defunct site. I hope you enjoy reading my work, I really enjoy writing .. more..Writing
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