Beautiful DysfunctionA Poem by IndaBeautiful Dysfunction
Beautiful dysfunction, placing us in motion. You don’t care or play fair. Bringing up the past and how it never last. Open old wounds to see me bleed, you’re the gardener; you plant the seed. Creating such dysfunction, setting us in motion, headed for self destruct, beyond the point of reconstruct. © 2013 Inda |
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1 Review Added on January 16, 2013 Last Updated on January 16, 2013 AuthorIndamiami, FLAboutI love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..Writing
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