anna sprague

Rookie (4/19/92 / Michigan)

Pills - Poem by anna sprague

the capsal is broken
the beads pore out
i crush them to powder
if there is time i line them up
if not i leave them
i get my broken pen
i take a blow strait to the head
as i slide to the floor i know its true
ill never survive without you

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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