Punching BagA Poem by sentimental~ galoreOnce drowning it hurts to even look. To take a quick glance, tip my hat. Give the rain to your nose. i've got a parade in my bones, Rattling like a broken wing, You've done me many wrongs. Micconception of this harsh perception. The art of falling, Of breaking free of this establishment. F**k society and it's reality. The sail of this ship will sink you so deep, so quickly you'll miss the point. You'll only see the puff of my last joint, Of my last breath lingering inside your lungs. Filling you up like an animal balloon. It's about taking things down, serving the last punch. This is me communicating. Me telling you how I feel. Of wallowing, of swallowing, but Mostly me just not giving a s**t. Simply letting go of my last hit.
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Added on September 17, 2012Last Updated on December 13, 2012 Authorsentimental~ galoreon the moon, CAAboutRanbir. Eighteen and looking for answers with great glory. Wrapped in the seeds of adventures. Vanilla coffee, Rasberry iced tea, and A Fine Frenzy. Bob Dylan Bucket of blues and eyes eager to see.. more..Writing
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