SlipsA Poem by IndaSlips
Falls, crawls, laughs, grabs a hold of something cold. Grins, sins, drinks, floats, sinks. Boast labors, spits, strips, grips onto the rail. Slips, hits her head, the doctors pronounce her dead. © 2013 IndaReviews
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1 Review Added on January 18, 2013 Last Updated on January 18, 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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