RIC S. BASTASA


Colds - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

clouds
gather in your eyes
dark and heavy
and soon
enough
sticky flood comes out
from the holes of your
nose.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010



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