Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Weirdness (Another dusty poem)

 You are a taste of blizzard in my sunny day
A clamp of sharp light blinding me away
I wonder when did I voluntarily become your prey
Fainting and roaring at every word you say
|2015|

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