Bubonic SoundA Poem by Karleem JohnsonOne of my surrealistic poemsFrom tattered edges of a mind unbound, comes a vernacular plague, of deathly napalmic sound. It spreads like wildfire, it's hunger knows no bounds. Taking music and color with it, leaving not an ounce, and all those who hear it, are reduced to violent nothings, bleeding black tears on the ground. © 2013 Karleem Johnson |
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Added on November 16, 2013 Last Updated on November 16, 2013 AuthorKarleem JohnsonGrand Rapids, MIAboutI'm a young aspiring author (as i'm sure lots of other people on this page are) who is just trying to make it. My goal is to finish a novel and have it published, i also want to create video games and.. more..Writing
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