I'm a Disease.A Poem by ambur
Oh, such mind, so anorexic; these thoughts I cannot consume.
My mouth, bulimic, i cannot stop these spewing words. These sounds, asthmatic--so restrained beneath my breath. Confined, pursued, misled, astray. . .just gone.
© 2011 amburReviews
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19 Reviews Added on July 21, 2011 Last Updated on July 21, 2011 AuthoramburDCAboutI'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen... I am the voice inside your head That you listen for with pleasure. more..Writing
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