HangmanA Poem by Tstile
Cold light, burning bright, won't you take me with you tonite? Twenty-four sleepless hours, desert dry eyes and my soul's devoured. Lay me down, hang me up, deprive my heart until it hiccup. Bound to house, I hope I'm found soon. I fear I'm approaching my impending doom.
© 2017 TstileAuthor's Note
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