With duct tape and patchesA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
With duct tape and patches
and cold, rugged latches It seems to be working - my heart's upbeat twerking. A pound of flesh one day some words I did not say back on the slab quickly why is love so sickly? The beep machine's ticking and still barely I'm kicking Love's toxic for this heart - I'll blame Cupid's stray dart.
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5 Reviews Added on November 21, 2018 Last Updated on November 21, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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