You are the wait
that's ending not.
There's nothing new
'bout agony,
but you bring
to it the edge,
that makes me writhe
in novel twists.
And so it is
that I can tell,
you're the one
who'll give me life,
or you'll breathe
me out of it.
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Author:
Zwitterion (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2017 07:41
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Comments3
Awesome write
Thank you Tony for the appreciation.
Welcome
Kickass write, Zwitterion. Brutal, in your face . . . er . . . Kickass write!
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