ECHOA Poem by rhadamanthys
we all have stories to tell
how many question may i be asked till i'M UNDERGROUND.. TOO FAR TO ECHO MY WAY BACK HOME ,FAR BELOW TO TURN AROUND. its toll to the city road of where we end up tonight , for the years never stay quite the same ... it's my escape of traveling on. © 2014 rhadamanthys |
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Added on October 11, 2014 Last Updated on October 11, 2014 AuthorrhadamanthysTACOMA, WA, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutjust a human being nothing more nor less ): im outgoing and like to talk and do listen i like anime like playing piano and drawing more..Writing
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