NosebleedA Poem by Jason HenryThis, an existence I never knew.
The left eye focuses on the temporal; The right, occipital. And confusion wrap me in content pseudosupraconsciousness. But all you see is an egg-white orb. Yet, Gradual re-emergence of a forgotten brown iris. I loathe the sigh while Beautiful oxygen displaces a feared molecule. Seconds welcomed the minutes to usher hours: © 2008 Jason HenryReviews
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Added on August 30, 2008Last Updated on August 30, 2008 AuthorJason HenrySomewherelse, JamaicaAbout"Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about." - Charles Bukowski, War All The Time more..Writing
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