Inhale GarbageA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
Humans are strange,
because we crave, to be different and strange, but then become embarrassed, when anyone notices, and we inhale, bits of other people, and become them, and then pretend, like it’s not suicide, and we appreciate nature, after we push aside, all of the garbage, and road kill. © 2014 Emmy J.M. Powell |
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Added on January 18, 2014 Last Updated on January 18, 2014 AuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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