Running SwirlsA Poem by thebrokenwillow
Flying through the molecules Tightening muscles, falling feet Parted lips, escaping emotions Too fast to catch the scent Of the moist ground. Soothing rise and fall Of the flesh under the point Vibrating with life force. Wet streaming down Pink tinted, freckled Cheeks, a flurry Of endless motion Trying to outrun Reality. © 2008 thebrokenwillow |
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3 Reviews Added on May 23, 2008 AuthorthebrokenwillowBangor, MEAboutMy name is Kay and Im just your average teenager fighting for her identity. I cant tell you how hard that is, living with four other siblings, but I guess you can imagine. I .. more..Writing
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