this weekA Poem by Periacjust a lil weak piecea stumbled crawl gathering dusty mud in pockets low low
my armor has rusted
who am I to bring forth this mallet? cursed by shallow emotion her voice is but an ache away yet I cannot call out
the wind carries cool hankerchiefs pressing the sadness into my eyes know this though I have been hollow for some time © 2010 PeriacReviews
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