untitled randomnessA Poem by WooddawgPainting pictures with the blood from my disease and hanging nooses from all the trees.
Scatter the ashes of the cancer I have smoked. Privately attacked by emotions unprovoked.
In the shadows of the past lie shards of the now, look to the future, but I've forgotten how.
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Added on May 11, 2011Last Updated on May 11, 2011 |