Pick another
I have been step on
There's no more pedals
Was beautiful before
Sorry
No love
No life
Lonely wrapped
Water
Food
Won't help
Why bother
Sitting me in a dark room
It's cold
I still feel the thorns
Sorry
If I pricked you
Before
I left
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments1
A poem of feeling dead and destroyed. A most interesting write
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