UntitledA Poem by Baby Ricochet
Cobra spits hot venom
The angry wasp she flies Her stingers ripping open The fertile Cresent sky Roaring dragon screaming Across horizons high Vaporizing annihilation In her flames they die The mutilated offerings what's left of her flight Flames of bone and concrete Left burning in the night They called to her on wireless Begged her to fly our way Burning manscapes to the ground and we went on our way © 2013 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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Added on January 5, 2013Last Updated on January 5, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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