practiceA Poem by brianna vega
i was made of seaweed swaying and shifting between tides
lost in my never ending mind i lose my self to these shades of life bring me back im tired of sickness and strife bring me back to that memory of life so perfect not awkward yet we all have our times so we gather and try to recreate these feelings that fuel us
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3 Reviews Added on June 29, 2012 Last Updated on June 29, 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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