TrialA Poem by topsyturvy
In a moment of clarity, i see things unclear.
This facade is breaking. Bit by bit its tearing. The cold and heat turns into mush. Come sweet baby, Lets turn this into dust. © 2019 topsyturvy |
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Added on July 13, 2019 Last Updated on July 13, 2019 Author
topsyturvyNorwayAboutCheck out my other works at: http://www.triond.com/users/topsyturvy more..Writing
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