if there were words for this, you'd speak themA Poem by freelancejousterbroken braille words tap tap tapped into the concrete as the victim thinks of how he used to know morse code. didn't you know my mother, once upon a time? the question gets you no answers just blank stares which don't do much due to your newly acquired blindness. we told you to never focus directly on the sun, but then, you were never much one for actually listening. © 2011 freelancejouster |
StatsAuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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