nouseA Poem by Jordonan average cut that turns to scar. chances we had to go fat. an endless flame kindled with hope. burning above it, eyes filled with smoke. A complete rage blinding my heart. Another love in need of an ending to start. an endless flame kindled with hope. and i dangle so nicely from under this rope. © 2008 Jordon |
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Added on May 15, 2008 Author
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