BlueA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
To feel that burn in my legs,
and to feel my forehead dampen, to feel my arches sting, and to feel my arms tire, I am becoming addicted. Exercise is becoming oxygen,
and without oxygen, I am blue. © 2014 Emmy J.M. Powell |
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1 Review Added on June 1, 2014 Last Updated on June 1, 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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