BreatheA Poem by Rick Atheros
One day, maybe this is the day
I will become thin air for you when you burn the house to ashes and step all over it in shiny new Prestige shoes your chest will rise as you inhale the smell of victory I hope you'll choke on it. © 2015 Rick Atheros |
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Added on April 6, 2015 Last Updated on April 6, 2015 Author
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