Weeping rugs and collecting dustA Poem by Travis LawrenceIf we are one then we are change, white ink ultimately satisfied. Mirrors reflect self rejects all forms, like whole parts sick to digest less than entirety. Artificial unplugs pipelines once broken won’t fix sterility and suffocate preventive means to spawn new curing. Greedy pills swallow cash less indebts health to credit payment suicide. Sweep owed caps under old weeping rugs and collecting dust. © 2008 Travis LawrenceFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on December 3, 2008 Last Updated on December 3, 2008 AuthorTravis LawrenceAustin, TXAboutI'm a 29-year-old using this site to backup my writings, which are mostly poems. Leave a comment if you like, they always make me smile. Have a nice day! more..Writing
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