sum more word vomitA Poem by brianna vega
chills
as the horn of the trains greet the early hour i lay under a soft lamp light running into memories grabbing anything worth writing chills some corners i rather not run into
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Added on September 22, 2014 Last Updated on September 22, 2014 Author
brianna 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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