HuesA Poem by Emmy J.M. PowellTeeming gray creek swellings Worn pilling cuffs on a cotton-sleeved sweatshirt Bubbling condensation bubbles on the outside of your overpriced franchise iced coffee With enough out-of-place adjectives, anything can be perceived as 'poetic' But, hell, the way that you up and died on me... that was anything but
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Added on July 20, 2015 Last Updated on July 20, 2015 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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