unwanted futures.A Poem by brianna vegaSo were racing past icey cold buildings looming straight over uss Foreshadowing futures Of deaths in cubicles Where our imaginations will be stifled Compacted and locked away To be stored in dusty boxes at the back of our hearts This is what we have to look forward to . © 2008 brianna vega |
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1 Review Added on June 18, 2008 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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