Ashes For Flowers Poem by Madrason .

Ashes For Flowers



Why did God create such candid fishes
and make me hate while growing older wishes
and when you're young you feel the cracking of your skin
you want to -grow- enjoy that hot wet sweat from deep within
sinfully and jolly you join the folly and hurry to get old enough
but I am -worried- like a cactus drying in the desert sun it's getting rough. M

Thursday, February 11, 2016
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Madrason .

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