Brown halls, gray carpets
Glass walls, dull eyes
bubbled over, feet are raw
One by one, adding straw
Snapped spine shatters
Speaker tosses, buried in hay
Halls brown, eyes dull
Walls glass, carpets gray
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Author:
CygnusBC (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2017 18:35
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Interesting poem, I like it. It has a sort of rhythm to it.
Thanks 🙂 it’s not my best but idk I liked the idea of it
Tbh my favorite of mine was A Kid Named Orange, if you haven’t checked that one out. Any of yours you want me to look like?
Sure. How about The Glimmering River? Thanks.
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