esgrdhtfjykuliA Poem by brianna vegatorn idle fingers rip at whatever is available unable to sit still i leave trails and piles of debris on the floor behind me sometimes i toss it up like confetti when rich i roll it up and smoke it. © 2012 brianna vega |
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2012 Last Updated on October 23, 2012 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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