EpilepsyA Poem by cokesvenssonSince I have epilepsy,(that's in my case is untreatable), I now and then experience closer contact between my face and asphalt than I would like to.
The smell of gasoline awoke me. It provoked me.
The same street. With new yet forgotten eyes I awed... Asphalt. © 2014 cokesvensson |
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