Blood Stains (Su A Vera Iya)A Poem by TrandonDelicate, yet whiteless sins, That herb of mayonnaise taste a little stolen. Sharp knives work, cut across the chest to see death, That Wipe of the nose, the start of a sweat, Plague us to die and my skin peels, I feel so high. Deep throating bullets, candy fullfilling in my mouth, Bang, bang, i'm gone, I taste suliva. I want blood, rippage of fingers, lems and decreasing, becoming weak © 2010 Trandon |
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1 Review Added on April 12, 2010 Last Updated on April 12, 2010 AuthorTrandonNorth Las Vegas, NVAboutMy name is Trandon Green R&B Singer, Songwriter, Poet and Designer. I'm 22 years of age and I am very outgoing I'm driven to be the best that I can in life God has me here for a reason and I won't.. more..Writing
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