Smith and Wesson Nickel ClassicA Poem by bj7A storm is comingBlazed lightening Hunger flamed torment Simply traversed blue sky Cold hearted metal pierced thick flesh Unnoticed ice crucified soul Collapsed Face down She hit pavement, concrete surprise Stone dead. © 2011 bj7 |
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Added on April 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 10, 2011 Author |