.....A Poem by brianna vega
lost in the never ending science of sleep
hope is lost it was struck down hung by the strings of your guitar as you criend gently into my arms i felt nothing but nasuea fill me © 2011 brianna vega |
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Added on March 28, 2011 Last Updated on March 28, 2011 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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