For Touch BreakA Poem by Onoma
As finger pitched the shuteye shadow hard...
to off-key piano...no guts can run the prerequisite of heretofore. Laymen's term made G*d the Most promised casing slung upon canker. There's no torture device you or I could manifest that could stretch us apart to bridge the gap. Our moral fiber swirls, comes to wood-- laps an inordinate amount of rain...lives the sap for touch break. Captured mending-s keep us intact for our next birthday huddle. Konstantinos Mark
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Added on November 4, 2011 Last Updated on November 29, 2013 Author
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