IntravenousA Poem by AkromaWhen you come into my home your pores cry, your veins pop, Say what you will about the "disgusting" state of my place.
Nothing matters but the rainbows in my veins. And if you want to call me out, You search for peace like a rodent for scraps Peace and I shake hands and part ways, Him and I dance the waltz of eternal lovers, Inside this place no one cares one cent My friend, you are trapped by your fear of escape I am who I say I am, So, please, sweep away the needles all you will then pack up and go. © 2011 Akroma |
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Added on March 20, 2011 Last Updated on March 20, 2011 AuthorAkromaThe Yellow Brick RoadAboutWelcome aboard, Travelers! I go in and out of this reality, as does my writing. All feedback and critique is met with gratitude. more..Writing
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