June 17, 2012 by tales0397
Excitement Rushes Through Tingling Limbs Alive And Alert Flowing Against The Current Of Time Until A crash; Wishing For More The other Finds Only An Empty Bottle
Posted in Poetry | Tagged Life, Other, Pain, Recovery | Leave a Comment
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