FlatliningA Poem by scarlynn
She in nothing new for you.
A bland blanket of obvious thumbsore, dying to get out of her house and shave self assured tendrils of thought flowing over her shoulder. So close you can smell it- it reminds you of something you've worried over.
© 2016 scarlynnFeatured Review
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