Shards to the side crumpling to nothing.Eyes open to water down the open.Nothing pure as the eye can see. Not going home at night. Straight up chocking on my thoughts. Going crazy bumping in the night. Cleaning blood dripping from the face. Not getting sleepy, acting with a smile. Smelling the air of treasures, getting all wheezy. The air not getting any fresh, lungs getting all freezy. Hung up on the lights, needing a speed up. Getting all delirious, can't get serious.
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Author:
Juan C. (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2018 11:04
- Comment from author about the poem: Been a while since my last one.
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