{ Recover painfully hard } Part 2 Of 4A Poem by a-voice. . .
It's the dark Of you , the good of me
Mixed together ; the fog is all what i see The Fire burn wide , ashes left on my black dress i throw them on the sea i'm just frozen ; the time decide to have a break The Oxygen choke me ; impossible to take i breathed the poison it affected my knee i just couldn't walk i left my shields © 2014 a-voiceAuthor's Note
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