LookA Poem by Kari FernandezPessimistic view of the world.The floors are stained and the stains on the floor spell 'glut' in an obscene childish scrawl. And the walls are brick painted white; chipping; red peeling through. The door is broken and plastered with unrepeatable evil things written in fading black ink. Push open the door and the light from the sun reflecting off the moon in an ugly orange hue will blind you. The alley is dusty and newspaper and cardboard stained with piss surround the walls of the backs of the buildings.
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Added on March 27, 2009 Last Updated on June 22, 2009 AuthorKari FernandezBellingham, WAAboutI'm 17 years old. And...I don't know. I can't think of anything interesting about myself. more..Writing
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