her drug, s and anger draws her restless smile, it is here where she finds her strait jacket, her emptyness, but wait, whats that in the back ground?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Starts out bland and ends with a woop, intriguing. Like a cliff hanger. Read mine – O NIght -
Surrealistically Simpatico, David! ~FjR~
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