3yrsold.A Poem by brianna vega
three years old. i remember hazy but imprinted in my mind sitting in my room doors locked shut tight his voice loud loud loud booming i never heard my mother. but i knew she was dying crying inside& out. © 2008 brianna vega |
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Added on November 9, 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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