A Tiny Bit Of Anger.... - Poem by david gerardino
she was sharp and naked,
her mass exhibits a mighty
torrent of blood, frozen blood.
shes a echo with stony veins,
and her blood turned to tears.
shes neather day or night, just
a face full of poison and fear.
when she sat next to you it
felt like, dark, with out light.
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