untitledA Poem by journeyous
all the poetry of her youth
can't save her now she throws them all away in crumpled paper balls she's a little less than satisfied with the way things turned out what once held passion, lust and sooth, now lines the graven walls © 2014 journeyous |
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Added on August 21, 2014 Last Updated on August 21, 2014 Author
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