Erica Francis

Rookie - 3 Points (January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)

Dry - Poem by Erica Francis

These words are dry
made too late.

These words are dry
cracked from exposure.

These words are dry
and I'm not the giver
of dry words
so I'll swallow them
and get an ulcer.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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