Word VomitA Poem by Spokenyaaay.. i remembered one of my old poems that was lost! Luckily it was a short one
Dusty visions abound, all around
The attic of thought is where I’m found
My bloated mind bulging with imagery
I need a purge to purify me
© 2008 SpokenReviews
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Added on February 29, 2008Last Updated on October 6, 2008 AuthorSpokenToto, KSAboutI am.. never the same. I am.. {fill in the blank} I am.. ! I am.. ? I could talk to you for hours about me.... and you'd walk away stratching your head. SOMETIMES YOU JUST .. more..Writing
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