Poet of the River
Acceleration Without Breaks (Sad) - Poem by Poet of the River
Trapped in a landslide,
Rolling down hill.
Taped on the blind side,
Oh-what a thrill.
My thoughts forced inside
Until I have reached my fill.
Until I can no longer hide them,
And my thoughts begin to spill.
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