Just a RideA Poem by Inda
The city is awake,
As is my current state, wide eyed and irrate. I can hear sirens near the curbside; I'm reminded it's just a ride, Wonder whose turn it is to die? © 2014 Inda |
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3 Reviews Added on March 31, 2014 Last Updated on March 31, 2014 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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