come of age.A Poem by ohbeas
be a poem. be a problem. be a ticking time bom, a chain of dasies, a ray of sun when it hits glass and multiply youself into all the colours every eye has ever beheld on its quest for divinity.
you knew it was coming either way. © 2017 ohbeas |
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Added on April 29, 2017 Last Updated on April 29, 2017 Author |
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