Mass and VolumeA Poem by Galldora KingAnother battle with a womens appearence...Every breath seems to be forced It must be the winter winds Or the summer drafts Yet every moment Is made of fire A place death is even afraid of All this time I thought I was right In image and reflection Yet my eyes must be telling lies For the giver of my life Seems to despise my mass and volume It’s okay though Or at least with another 10 breaths
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Added on October 30, 2010 Last Updated on November 28, 2010 AuthorGalldora KingAboutI love reading books.I also write stories but never get to finish them. more..Writing
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