svetlana savrasova

My Scream

my scream
has a place 2 hide -
depot of dream -
pillow in a fresh
pillowcase
in a scruffy hotel
hell!
mad race
u’ve approached
from behind..
bye-bye, mind
feels well..

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 30, 2008

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