![]() Boiling PointA Poem by Frieda PAnother day dawned... demanding a meed of flesh and bloodbones shattered under the pressure of the sun purging the old and undertaken view harmful toxins waited in the shade til moon came out to play stick a needle in your eye step on all the cracks break your mother's back child's play grew up to be a cruelty in disguise of white candy crap took the stranger in while looking for a solution brain on fire, bubbled over on my skin what is the boiling point of mind over matter? © 2013 Frieda PFeatured Review
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Added on July 25, 2013Last Updated on July 30, 2013 Author![]() Frieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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