Dead WeightA Poem by Emma ArthursI cannot lie, That with each word spilled And spat from bruised and torn lips The brain feels So much lighter And heavier still And I would be floating If not For you © 2013 Emma Arthurs |
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Added on November 21, 2013 Last Updated on November 21, 2013 AuthorEmma ArthursGlasgow, United KingdomAboutI'm nineteen years old and I can barely begin to describe myself. I write snippets, mismatched pieces that fit together somewhere along the line. I write my mind. more..Writing
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